I have a Chrome extension for it.

My dad cheated on my mom the entire 27 years they were married, and finally left her for the love of his life, who was a haint sent from the underworld to destroy all joy. When dad died, he’d been married to the haint for 27 years as well, and my mom STILL REFERRED TO HIM AS HER HUSBAND. She’s prewritten her own…

Dear GOD. That sounds like Perotta was punishing his characters.

Gracious, thank you -- I’ve only been there once, but that was my impression right out of the gate. 

This is a brave confession. 

DID WE MAKE THIS HAPPEN

I attend a lot of cocktail parties and general shmoozefests, and I tell you what: you can get through the entire night, doesn’t matter who you’re talking to, by doing nothing but asking questions. Just follow the question thread and watch the talker go. Example:

My niece was in her twenties when she turned to me at the grocery store and said, “Pickles used to be CUCUMBERS? When did this happen?!?”

I can’t count the number of times I’ve been watching a series or a movie and said, “Wait, where is the dog?” Actor Dogs just DISAPPEAR. Episode after episode: dog is nowhere to be seen. Is not peeing on the beautiful rug. Is not audibly licking his genitals for four straight hours right there in the kitchen. Is not…

I agree. And while I was hot-tempered in my misspent youth, I’ve come to believe there is very little in life that demands public displays of Big Feelings.

I’m interested in hearing more about this.

Yes, exactly. There are lots of people -- your partner, mine, John Legend, maybe -- who don’t operate at the same emotional pitch as the rest of us. Legend won’t escalate in public for very good reasons, I’m guessing, and it’s possible he doesn’t escalate at all. Good on him.

It seems to be carried in the genes of a whole lot of bent people. They never give it a moment’s thought.

Seven generations, if I recall. Oh --- but that would be forty-nine in Nazi dog years.

I would LOVE to see a bracket types of men. That would be delightful.

This is a very interesting comment to me, because recently I’ve had many conversations with my friends and husband about the dying art of conversation. I too have noticed how many people choose the path of ending the spontaneous/intellectual/soul-connection of real talk, rather than going forward with it.

It’s been good to share my thoughts about exorcism, thank you. I’ve kept them inside for quite a long time -- it’s not the sort of thing one brings up at a cocktail party, for instance.

The equivalent of a single hot pepper, rather than three. Yes. I could order the Lite Version, where the only demons expelled are the ones who wanted to leave anyway.

Hours later, I re-read this comment and realize there certainly could be drawbacks to being exorcised. I’ll close the curtain on those images. 

I’ve always been down to have an exorcism performed on myself, because *what if*?? What if there are demons in there and I could get them out, and afterward I’d be a better person, and also happy and free? Only a fool would turn that down!