I used to be a naturist. I encountered two interesting people at Wreck Beach (this was maybe 1999, 2000?). The good one: Beer vendor wearing only a utility belt full of beers. That was fun. The bad one: Dude up over a ridge, away from everyone else, who seemed to be just looking. As with all of my nekkid rec in those…

OK, I didn’t read “fucking” as an adverb at first, which really confused me.

I have a dress very much like that one. It came from Modcloth a couple of years ago. Dunno if they still have it.

I was gonna guess Original Husband.

But please, God, turn off the sound. (Back when the game first came out, I had a cross-country redeye with someone audibly shooting pigs in back of me, and I was too BobbyFinger to confront them.)

I sincerely hope you didn’t hear that public radio series on podcasts today--I missed both of the story, but not only was there a mention of shade that wasn’t shade--there was a mention of sending the people involved to “shade court.”

Some of you might be interested in Writers Revolt: please read the following, from poet Erin Belieu:

It’s nice knowing that if I want to send and receive emails with the subject line “What should I buy for my partner’s birthday?” I can do it without spoiling the surprise.

I don’t go out of my way to share that info with my partner, but I’ll do it if/when it’s useful. We trust each other but believe in privacy.

I might have stuck with vegetarianism longer if I hadn’t been worn down by people not knowing what to feed me, fussing about food around me, taking me to “vegetarian” restaurants (some of which were admittedly quite good). It was like having a laser beam on me every time I sat down to eat at someone else’s house.

Waste of good sesame oil.

I’ve been getting this same result for days. I guess I need to try “First Lady Barbara Bush” or something, but I’m too lazy to go downstairs where Alexa is.

Yeah. Good customer service, good quality. Oh! Also: drugstore.com.

I vouch for Good Vibrations, although maybe not if anyone else looks at your inbox. (Sorry. Phrasing.)

Or enhanced them?

I just asked Alexa (Amazon Echo) “How tall is Barbara Bush?” and got the reply “Kathy Dinglam’s (sp?) height is 5 feet 8 inches” followed by the equivalent in centimeters.

The crime, to me, was the implausibility of Jackson’s forced vasectomy in the first place. That would never happen IRL. I wish they’d never had that scene, but barring that, I wish they hadn’t brought up the vasectomy issue again in season 7.

It’s not too late for RISD! I got an MFA last year in my 50s. (I know—it wouldn’t be the same as going as a younger person.)

Yeah, but Maryland’s got all those excellent public schools in Montgomery County (we had folks going to Ivies, and I got into Swarthmore but then had a story sort of like yours)

And candidly, apparently.