I melted for Krakow. I always loved the nerdy underdog.

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while an ashtray in an elevator is not the *craziest* or most disastrous effect the lack of enforced regulations can have on a country, I was commenting on a comment about said effects- a comment on a story involving an elevator, so I relayed a story about an elevator. It’s called being topical. Looking back my segue…

They are the only celebrity couple that appear (to me) to be genuinely enthusiastic and wanting to share their happiness rather than controlling a narrative on social media. I don’t fuck with Instagram myself, but I see their posts that are linked in articles and have scrolled through their actual feeds a few times. I…

My skinny 5 year old was chubby for like 2 months. Whenever I look back to those pictures I can’t believe it. I wish I squeezed his little thigh rolls and doughy wrists and elbows a little more :(

I saw/breathed/ingested some shit! The elevator anecdote came to mind because of the article, but from the terrifying death cab rides to the sketchy-even-when-staged-for-visitors working conditions to the soot and whatever else it was I dug out of my nose every night - I have (as I’m sure you do!) stories for days....

That’s true, it wasn’t that long ago- I think what makes the distance seem larger in this case isn’t just the actual physical bans and restrictions on smoking (even outdoors!) in the U.S. but the (well-deserved) stigmatization of smoking/smokers. I’m 36 and remember ashtrays being inside malls, and I was *old enough*…

I knew my snack-hoarding snacky ways could save my life one day. Proof.

I spent two weeks in China in a very industrial province- for work so I spent most of my time in factories. I saw some of the craziest shit I have ever seen in my life. Ashtrays in the elevators. Not outside the elevator door, INSIDE the elevator. I’m a smoker myself, but this was a bit much. It was a 7 story…

If I had my druthers I wouldn’t die from either, but I imagine extreme thirst to be 1,000,000,90etc times more awful/ excruciating than extreme hunger. I’ve experienced non-life threatening versions of both and thirst is the worst. It gets so consuming the hunger becomes background noise.

Just want to put it out there that I’ve never ever been emotionally invested in someone winning an Oscar and I am DYING for Brie Larson to win. I know she’s kind of expected to, but I might have a minor freak out if she doesn’t.

I didn't really have any strong feelings about him either way until I watched the red carpet interview. Really, guy?

Heeey!! 4 years + 2.5 months...I’m stuck in a hotel with my 6 year old sleeping next to me. I’m f*cked till morning and could strangle myself for not thinking ahead...I just rummaged through my bags and psyched myself out about 17 times over endless tubes of lip balm and tube-shaped instant coffee packets.

I’ve yet to see a portrait tattoo that wasn’t cringe-worthy. Never ever ever works

It IS weird to follow someone into the bathroom- but I think in the kids’ minds they were trying not to disturb his meal and (misguidedly) figured when he got up from the table they could “catch” him without interrupting- from what I understand they were younger and kind of awkward and nervous and didn’t really know…

Similar experience. Also have witnessed many a white folk unwittingly reveal themselves to be bigots while unaware of the *other* infiltrating their midst.

A friend of my family told us a story- about 15 years ago in a restroom at a restaurant in NYC, he was washing his hands when Bill Murray walks into the restroom, followed a second later by a couple of guys who said they just wanted to say hello and ask for an autograph but didn’t want to interrupt his dinner. He was…

Is it weird that I'm crying a little bit more than Ellen was in the video?

Me too!! At first read I thought she already had. I hope even hearing about it can open up minds to make some connections and rethink policy. I’m probably dreaming too big though :(

Very grateful for the ferocious winds in freezing nyc right now, or I’d be the only person sniffling and tearing up on the sidewalk.