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A Sense of Poise and Rationality
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My favorite sleep paralysis experience happened while I was binge-watching Dexter. My boyfriend woke me up because I was struggling and drenched in sweat (although I felt frozen and trapped in my body). He asked me what was wrong and I answered, “I don’t know where to hide the bodies.” To his eternal credit, his

That’s a fantastic idea. Thanks!

Are you serious? I would be willing to pay you (or at least send you a gift card or something). It’s probably easier to list what I have:

Every time I reread The Blind Assassin, I find something new that I missed. It’s brilliant and beautiful and unforgettable. It’s on my top 3 list.

I know! On one hand, I’m glad she is getting the recognition she deserves and loving all of the adaptation talk. On the other hand, I can no longer add to my Atwood library at used bookstores due to the high demand, and this makes me sad.

I was listening to a podcast miniseries on consent all day on Monday... Afterwards, I was so agitated and upset that I didn’t know what to do with myself. I realized I have been playing a sick version of triggered-chicken for the last few weeks. I devour every article on sexual harassment and assault and keep

My sister and her husband got custody of his kids when his then-7-year-old daughter disclosed to my sister that her cousin was molesting her. Her bio mom knew and didn’t tell anyone because her sister was providing free daycare, and she didn’t want to lose that. It still took months and a series of other issues (black

I politely declined a coffee date with a supervisor on another team in my office. He was perfectly nice, a little overly friendly but nothing inappropriate, and handled the rejection well (by ‘well’, I mean that he accepted it and now seems to be avoiding me. Childish, but better than the alternatives.) Today, a

When I was a kid, I dreamed an entire day. I got up, had waffles for breakfast, got a 78% on a pop quiz, was the last person on my team in dodgeball, read 102 pages in my book...super detailed, and ended with me going to sleep. And being awakened almost immediately by Mom yelling that waffles were ready. The entire

I recently interviewed for a promotion within my company and one of the questions was how I would handle going from a peer to a supervisor of my coworkers...I had to stop myself from saying “I deliberately try to not be friends with them, so it shouldn’t be an issue” and say something that sounded professional and not

People forget that breakups take time, and by the time you finally call it quits, there’s a good chance that at least one person has already checked out. By the time I ended my marriage, I was ready to move on and started dating immediately...after years of working on myself and my marriage and realizing I was with

Exactly!

At this point, Courtney Love is firmly in the same camp as Hillary Clinton: with as much scrutiny as they have been under for decades, either they didn’t kill anyone or are the most successful murderers ever. I’m going with the former.

A perfectly nice guy I met on Tinder and went out with a couple of times before giving the “we should be friends” speech quickly reached borderline stalker status by continuing to text me constantly and “just happening” to be at the same places I was and waiting by the door to catch me leaving. When I said I was sick

I got to see Jackie when she opened for Maria Bamford last spring, and she was fantastic! It was my first introduction to her, and I was so impressed. Also, some drunk guy managed to get onstage during Maria’s set and she handled it so well—my respect for her somehow got even higher, which I didn’t know was possible.

Jen Kirkman’s “I’m Gonna Die Alone and I Feel Fine” is one of my all-time favorite routines. Also, anything by Aziz Ansari, Russell Brand, or Maria Bamford.

I am slightly terrified of learning that, myself. In my mind, I was reacting to everyone being douchecanoes by developing a sarcastic bitch exterior... there is a decent chance that I was always a sarcastic bitch and just didn’t want to admit it at the time. Now I just own it. And hope that they actually deserved all

That line pushed it over the edge into my new favorite song. I was hoping she would release more songs in the vein of “Blank Space” and happy she delivered.

That was my exact thought. I love Taylor and especially appreciate her wit (the line about going home to her cats alone...unless you want to come along is fantastic), but the opening lines immediately put me on edge. On one hand, I can justify it as a send-up of sorts of obnoxious men, and a riff on songs like

It’s the Olivia Pope motto: Twice as good for half the credit.