Given the fuckery of the FBI in this election, the CIA is bound to be salty.

I explained shade to my parents and my dad said: “There’s a word for what your mom does?” He now rejoices in pointing out shade where he finds it. He’s extremely accurate.

I didn’t think the CIA had it in them to be so salty. Bless.

Judge Brown:

My husband used the word shade around his parents, so I felt the need to give a 10-minute explanation of the word, its origin, and correct usage— specifically throwing shade vs. a read. Near minute nine I realized I misjudged my audience and no one cared. I still finished strong and feel like I made the world a better…

Somebody explain to me why his hundreds of lawsuits wasn’t a bigger story than Clinton’s emails.

No.

Someone on my FB page posted about how Planned Parenthood has only been around for 100 years and women managed our health just fine before that. Um, no we fucking didn’t. We had babies we didn’t want and died in childbirth.

When I was in high school I - an enterprising, awkward, budding feminist - wanted to volunteer at Planned Parenthood, but they were full up. So I looked up a “clinic”, called them and asked if they needed volunteers (they did!), and asked if they provided services similar to those of Planned Parenthood (another yes!).

They’re just kids. They might wake up at some point and realize that since they are not in fact allergic to peanuts, they’re OK with Reese’s or pad thai or any number of other tasty things.

The right to bring peanut butter and jam sandwiches to school for lunch.

I had a dream last night where Hillary won (thank god!) and was magnanimous to the Hairy Cheeto in her victory speech.

Ok, here goes. I am a huge skeptic and I know there is a scientific explanation for my spooky story, but here goes anyway.

Yay! I can tell mine on a thread that isn’t 3 days old that no one is reading :D

Two weeks ago today (Monday), I was doing a photo shoot at the Lemp Mansion.

After reading the “Hamburger” story, I realized that observing kids as they learn about death is the alternating creepiest/saddest goddamn part of being a parent. Two recent stories, courtesy of my 3-year-old:

I got one!

I never got the opportunity to share, so I’ll do it now. This one comes from my mother, via her childhood friend.

My daughter changed my super-skeptical, super-logical mind about the paranormal, or at least made me question my beliefs. Thankfully, nothing odd has happened over the last 10-12 years but her preschool years were freaky.

Jon Stewart is one of William & Mary’s most famous/beloved alumni. So when he came to speak at the college, you’d better believe I made sure to have tickets.

Oh god, it’s not quite public, but it’s still embarrassing so here goes...