Well I guess I know now what book will be overloading tables in those “Discount Book Warehouse” places soon.

I’m torn as to whether it looks more like a curtain valence or instead the bottom of my grandma’s sofa.

Just take your maternity leave from petty cash :P

Hopefully this will be a trend as more and more companies realize that these sorts of things help attract and keep high-level talent. In tech stuff at least benefits are one of the major selling points, so if states/federal won’t step up some companies are happy to. My company will give me 12 weeks paid (with…

Ah shit, before I even read the article I looked at the photo and was like “Whoa, what the hell happened to that guy?” and expected it to be that he’s sick or something. I feel like an asshole.

If Trump could go ahead and fully complete his slide into the guy from Office Space.. that would be great. He could seriously just answer things with “I don’t care, whatevs, is it time for dinner yet?” and his base would still be in.

They could just scrap the movie and do a sequel to the soundtrack and I’d be happy. One of the best soundtracks everrrrr.

I would hate to go to a wedding in Hidden Valley because I just wouldn’t know how to dress.

I saw Satan Den of Babykillers when they were playing for crowds of, like, 10. Great show.

I had Never Ever on cd single, I listened to it while wearing multiple strappy tank tops, a black cord choker, and untied doc martens. Why yes I was 90s af.

Wow, I had this brief naive moment where I was thinking how as a pro-choice woman, I certainly hope to see an Abortion-free world too, since people have lots of real sex education and access to contraception and the kind of educational and occupational mobility to make caring for a child more feasible for many.…

I got a copy of What to Expect and it was literally in my house for 20 minutes before it made me so crazy and angry that my husband returned it to the store. It had to be physically removed from my house.

Congratulations! I am starting to not be sooo tired and it’s been wonderful, I can actually go to the gym again. I actually changed doctors because my first one was like “women shouldn’t get their heart rate up or lift anything over 20 pounds” and since I’m a gym rat and powerlifter I was like.... um, second opinion…

Microwaving prosciutto is a crime and I won’t have it in my house.

It’s the prosciutto, something something nitrates? Yeah, I’ve run across many of the threads where women are talking about what they miss the most and it’s like “turkey sandwiches!”. I just.. can’t. This level of almost Puritanical self-denial mixed with righteousness is maddening to me.

The whole “better safe than sorry” vein of “helpful” pregnancy advice is the bane of my 14-weeks-pregnant existence. I swear these people won’t be happy until I’m just going through life living off of kale and surrounded by bubble wrap. Fuck em, I say, and then I eat prosciutto and blackberries for breakfast.

To be fair, in 90210 he still looked old enough to play Archie’s dad.

I’ve thought about booking a cross-country train trip and using it as a writer’s retreat sort of thing. And then I think about that episode of Sex and the City where they took a train and then I question my romanticism of the glamour of train travel. Then I think maybe I will go to Disneyland.

I’ve been holding off taking my sabbatical because I feel like I should do something valuable with it, something meaningful and productive, and I fear if I don’t have a plan it will quickly turn into me playing PS4 for weeks on end. I guess I could “personally develop” my Fallout character. I’m aching to take some…

I hate pranks in general, but prank phone calls fill me with an irrational knee-jerk hatred. No wonder it would be a staple of a Morning Zoo-type show. Mean spirited, stupid, just the lowest common denominator stuff. They’re actively making people dumber. Thank god we live in an age where you can personally curate…