He just can’t pick him up.

When you come from a position of privilege, being treated like everyone else seems like persecution.

A few years ago, I was in the middle seat on a crowded flight. This massive dude ambles down the aisle and plops next to me. Bad start. The second we’re in the air, he reaches into his briefcase and brings out this incredibly worn manila folder. It has so many overlapping stains (coffee? alcohol? organic matter?) you…

There was an Irish bartender in my (not Irish) hometown who was INFAMOUS for this response. Everyone I knew would gush about this SUPER HOT bartender at BlahBlahWhatever Bar and, without fail, would be so confused on their next visit by the kind of cute guy who had taken his place.

replace British with “British OR Irish” and we’re good...

In some other timeline where I didn’t step in, my friend might have had a good crazy wedding hookup story to contribute. She and a super hot (although in retrospect maybe he was just British) groomsman were drunkenly making out a bunch at the reception, and as we were about to leave, he was definitely insinuating that…

Because mental illness is not learned like hatred and racism, and unfortunately for those with mental illness, it cannot be unlearned - hatred and racism can be if the person is willing to open their mind. People with mental illnesses are far more likely to be the victim of crimes than the perpetrators. Labeling hate…

There’s so many possibilities that it’s hard to list them. Absentee fathers or mothers. A parent losing their job. A parent working four part time jobs but still not making a real living wage for their family. Sudden sickness in the family eating up every spare penny. Ballooning home costs.

Yup. I temped at a nonprofit that rounded up food for food banks and when people called asking when’s the best time to donate (thinking Christmas) I said SUMMER. Kids don’t get school lunch when school’s not in session.

Nice haired?! That’s incredibly generous of you.

I’ve been looking out the window for winged pigs all morning, because I agree 100% with Mama June here. I don’t like it, but homegirl has a very good point. Both families are gross as hell in so many varied and colorful ways, and the way TLC handles this Duggar thing will speak VOLUMES about literally everyone…

Mama June sucks, but she ain’t wrong.

I’m horrified to admit this but she’s right. Not about the Duggar situation being “worse” - both are fucking terrible - but the hypocrisy of TLC not yanking it off the air. If they don’t, I’ll be curious if it’s primarily because of profit or because of the God’s forgiveness angle. Either way, fuck off.

1. I never liked the Bieber hair he had before anyway

I get so jealous of men who have longer lashes than I do. It’s not right.

My mom is a travel agent, so when my sister wanted to book a cruise for her honeymoon, she got our mom to book it so they could get the best deal possible during spring break (money was tight as my sister was going back to school).

I totally understand alcoholism anxiety - I have a teensy bit of alcoholism in my family, but I have OCD/anxiety that sometimes likes to manifest itself in hypochondria. So I used to be hella anxious/guilty if I had one more beer than I originally intended while I was out. But after talking this out with my therapist,…

In high school, every senior class would line up on bleachers and get their picture taken for the yearbook. The day of our class picture I was out sick with a stomach bug, but I decided I wasn’t going to miss out, so I dragged myself into school in time for the picture.

Alright, I’ve never posted anything on Jez but I can’t resist this one-

Back in the late 80s, I lived with my sister in Dallas. One year we threw a truly epic Fat Tuesday party, with Hurricanes as the beverage of choice. I drank a lot of Hurricanes.