You also were really well spoken and level-headed in your response to her, not snarky or condescending at all. Which I really appreciated, as I doubt I would have been able to do nearly as well. (I know this is an old post, that I’m randomly rereading because it popped up in related stories, but thanks were still due.)

I was about to get the JetBlue frequent flier credit card. Now I’m reconsidering in favor of Southwest.

I'd at least like to return to s time where we didn't need a fucking pelvic exam to get through security.

Remind me, did you write about thus when Kimmy Schmidt came out? Regardless, go your mom and go you for being strong and living through and past it.

And the “just” makes it even more dismissive, as if the act of getting over it is a trivial thing. I hate any statement that begins with “just”: just do it, just get over it, just be yourself... Fuck all that noise.

That was also because Angelina had a history, though; just ask Laura Dern.

Shows how little I know about Richard Gere’s love life. I thought he was still married to that Buddhist from Law & Order.

Fingers crossed for West Kardashian. I hear it’s nice in the springtime.

Someone once showed me a Sports Night/Muppets crossover fic that brought me great joy. If that sounds familiar to anyone, please let me know; Google has come up empty.

I would hope that the allegations are *not* true, so that a young person was not sexually assaulted. However, then that would mean that the kid is getting dragged through all this mess for nothing, and possibly also had false memories created. (I know you didn’t mean it that way, just emphasizing how every possibility…

I can say that when I needed to have a breast biopsy, my doctor moved up the appointment without even asking me; I just got a call confirming the earlier appointment. When I asked her about it, she said that she didn't want either of us waiting one day longer than necessary to find out what we were dealing with.

Sorry you think pain and oppression is a zero-sum game.

At the 9:30 club! (Though I'm probably much older than you...)

Though she thinks she's the one in the middle.

We had a petting zoo for a kid’s birthday recently. The little lamb did, in fact, go straight for the ivy.

I had a funeral two days ago for a dear friend of the family. She looked so peaceful and lovely in the coffin, and honestly, more natural and lifelike than I’ve ever before seen an embalmed deceased, that I almost wanted to take a photo to remember. But I didn’t, because that funeral home was full of more judgement…

I feel like we used to hang out.

Yeah, my UES ex was definitely a member of the 1% — which I hadn’t realized until we watched that film, because he was trying to be low key. It was a fascinating insight into the class distictions of Manhattan society, though.

I think that’s the whole point of Metropolitan, that only a very small number of people relate to it, and the rest of us are supposed to think they’re kind of freaks.

As portrayed in Whit Stillman’s Metropolitan. Seriously, in the early 90s I dated a guy who grew up on the UES, and when we watched Metropolitan he squirmed with embarrassed recognition like normal people do when watching The Breakfast Club.