Story time: The first time my husband decided to make vodka sauce, he used Drummond’s recipe (this was when she still just had the blog). We made a big mistake in using cheap vodka, and I will take the blame for that, but we cooked it EXACTLY to her specs and ended up drunk on vodka sauce. I don’t know if cheaper…

She did send flowers, which is a good way to send goodwill without having to worry about the details. I think it’s sweet Ray made sure Roy got a wine she was more likely to drink.

Throwing my name next to yours because same.

That’s a total bummer. Reminds me of how Dr. Oz sold himself out the same way.

My MIL gave my now-husband a piece of advice similar to this while he and I were dating: “The little things that annoy you now don’t go away, and they become a bigger problem.” Having someone say it made a huge difference in being able to talk about it because “I can’t stand the sound of you clipping your toenails”…

Including a sculpture a cleaning woman threw away because she assumed it was garbage. Kind of like what they did here.

If my chiro ever advocated any of this, I’d be hightailing it out of there so fast there’d be smoke behind me. Instead, we go by the tried and true bodywork method of “it hurts because it’s tight. Stretch like this. It’s weak because it’s underworked. Strengthen like this.”

Preferably repeatedly with a good rhythm.

The dingo ate the doggie.

Now I really want to see Erika Moen art up a Squirrel Girl comic. It would be rad.

The third volume kickstarter just went up. I’m pledging as soon as I get home this afternoon.

I love how well she explains the hard stuff. Her comics on consent and objectification are go-tos for me when I’m trying to explain to people how consent can shift and how, yes, we DO all objectify people, but there’s a line between thinking “Hey, I’d fuck her/him/they” and “I should tell her/him/they!”

And without her, I’d never have gotten a painting of my take on the Captain Marvel costume or made a great friend in the process!

I wish I could hug you. I’m slowly separating from my mother right now, and I know how difficult it is. How far I’ll go from her, I don’t know, but when I called on mother’s day, she seemed disinterested in my well wishes and rushed me off the phone with no explanation. Usually, we talk for at least a few minutes, and…

It’s been a year since this posted, but it’s the first time I’m seeing it, and it couldn’t have popped up at a better time. I’m currently working with a therapist to first unpack all the harm my mother has done me (turns out it’s a lot), and then to decide the best route forward. Right now, I’m limiting conversations…

THANK YOU. I was reading straight down on comments and there’s so much apologizing for Matthews being gross and blaming Melina because somehow her marriage to Trump means it’s okay for people to ignore that she was just super objectified and disrespected.

It’s super weird. “Oh, boy, I hope this isn’t another [FAMOUS CASE].” I mean, I don’t expect SVU to be anything resembling actual L&O, but the references just kill me.

I have accepted I’m going to laugh at this, and that’s just how it’s going to be. The overall feel of the men in the movie and how they are (broingly) trying to help their friend is why I like the movie.

I have a rule that if they namedrop the case they’re referencing, I pause and pour myself a glass of wine because it’s gonna be a shitshow.

Watching Midnight in Paris was my final straw with Woody Allen. There was literally nothing likeable about McAdams’s character. She existed to be a ball-busting shrew to justify Owen Wilson running off with the other woman. I came out of that movie fucking incensed and ranting and refuse to watch anything else he…