Pageants, tattoos, lies, guns and death.
And who the fuck cares what Burt Reynolds’s opinion is on their relationship? He should really just shut his face.
I tend to fixate on foods that I eat all the fucking time and on an average day I eat two bags of frozen peaches. Peaches, man! And eating frozen ones slowly soothes some headaches. I’m often super cold, however.
That’s fine and dandy that you just don’t like sugar, (though I don’t think she’s being quite so literal with the cake thing), but I feel obligated to say that what the bathroom scale says is no indication of whether or not a person has an eating disorder. (I’m not saying that you do, of course, but that in general…
Recovering bulimic—I was vegan for about 8 months and it was...unhealthy. I have to avoid restrictive “lifestyle” diets like the plague; it’s just too easy to make them an extension of compulsion.
Millennials are each a special flower.
Dolly Parton is my patronus.
I got in a solid 30 seconds of “well helooooo, Tarzan” before the horrible niggling part of me wondered where Tarzan gets trousers.
Yeah.
It’s like on Friends when Joey learned the word “acrimonious” and didn’t know what it meant. He was still pumped to use it!
Or just being down with the idea of gambling my entire financial future on another person who could leave/die/get fired at any time and leave me with out of date skills and no references.
radical feminism’s misogynistic crusade
“Respect for stay-at-home mothers has been poisoned by a toxic combination of the village elders’ war on the traditional family and radical feminism’s misogynistic crusade to make working outside the home the only marker of social value and self-respect.’’
I’m so upset about this. I love Diane and feel like she’s helped me develop a much more nuanced view of the world than I would have otherwise. And what will I do without the Friday News Roundup?
More from WAMU:
Reporting from DAKAR. (I always say it with her...)
Leila Fadul. Windsor Johnston. Eleanor Beardsley. Ophira Eisenberg. Just saying their names gives me a bit of a shiver, they’re so pleasant to say.
I didn’t realize that NPR didn’t have a lot of women. Whenever I think of NPR, I think of all their outstanding female hosts and correspondents. And their fantastic names. (Looking at you, Ofeibea Quist-Arcton)