So true. I never even expected that I’d be a DV survivor, so it takes people back when I come out as one. I made a decision four years ago to be very open about it because of the shock I see from people that stereotype survivors and victims.

Two of the strongest, smartest, most bad ass women, that I have known since my early 20s, were both victims of domestic violence and were eventually physically abused on a regular basis. It sneaks in. It starts with undermining and gaslighting and ends with thinking that you deserve every blow. I thank the gods that…

yup, this. for me it was never physical, but it took me years to even realize i was abused. 

It’s never the woman you know either. It’s never the opinionated, happy-seeming, confident woman being abused. It’s never the happy mother, the dedicated wife, the accomplished physician. That woman would never be abused. She would stop it. She would not put up with that kind of thing. Her upbringing didn’t…

When my wife and I talk about possibly moving we like to say we have “dishwasher dreams”.

I have a few ideas from just personal experience.

Anyone remember Alone in the Dark from 1992? 

I haven’t played video games in a good 15+ years, but the Ravenholm level in Half-Life 2 was the scariest fucking level that I ever played.

I think you should just hope Sony comes back with: Playstation classic: RPG Edition.

I’d be interested to know what the average commute times are for these high-achieving morning larks. I suspect they don’t lose 2-3 hours of their day sitting in traffic.

Realize the morning is not going anywhere.

This. So much this. I guarantee all these “high-achievers” also have “high-incomes” that allow them the luxury of being able to choose what they want to do in the morning.

These people, if they have children, have nannies to get their kids ready. For those of us with little kids and no nannies, the “morning routine” is either taken up with begging a child to get out of bed or being woken up before dawn by a child you want to sleep in for fucking once.  Then it’s lots of crying and…

ET is the WORST. That scene where he’s standing there with his chest cut open(??? I was very young when I saw this and haven’t been able to watch it again to this day so my memory is fuzzy) and you can see his heart? UGHGHGHGHHHH

I hate that fucking movie. When he popped his ugly head out from the corn field I shrieked and cried and my mean parents laughed at me.

Sam Crenshaw? You take that back!

I was an avid astronomy nerd as a kid. The first book of decent length that I read was a National Geographic tome called “Our Universe”. And it was in this book I learned of the horrible, terrifying truth that there are black holes out there, trapping everything within its grasp, including light, and then crushing it…

I HATE ET and Alf so much.

My parents made the mistake of letting me watch Unsolved Mysteries as a kid. We lived in a house in the mountains with neighbors far apart, yet I was convinced that a serial murderer or rapist was always just lurking outside my bedroom window or down our driveway. If I had to use the bathroom at night, I practically…

E.T. and his creepy extendible neck and way too long fingers (also, why wasn’t he clothed??)