There’s been an active conversation about all the deaths being related to the rise of celebrities in the 1960's-70's and the ages of that first “class” of very well known musicians/actors/athletes.

Ha! Exactly. I appreciate the feminist angle. I have a brother and a sister, both married with teenage children, and both in another state. All I have to do is spend a holiday with them to know that for me, single is the preferred status at this juncture. I find the lack of boundaries between spouses, parents and…

What is it with other people being so goddamn shitty about other people lives and their lifestyle choices? These are the same people who can’t imagine a married couple being childless by choice. Not everyone wants the same things in life but that doesn’t mean their lives are without content.

Same. I looked to her to give me courage and be brave when I was fearful.

Oh, my sweet summer child.

I started a Star Wars marathon before I heard the news about Carrie Fisher.

I’m sorry. I put mine in a nursing home in January.

I have a lot of Star Wars related clothing but actually don’t have a Leia costume so this what I’m wearing tonight.

My mother died this year. I reserve the right to think 2016 sucks. But you do you.

Carrie Fisher is a phenomenal writer. I read Postcards from the Edge and Surrender the Pink and Delusions of Grandma as a teen and more than many things (and I read a lot of things), they made me feel a lot less alone. People have been such dickheads to her of late because she dared to age past 19 and yet she is still…

Jesus Christ, Iris, why are you always such a fucking bummer? Maybe work on that, huh? Thanks from all of us.

Don’t be such a shit. Just this once. C’mon.

Just went back and re-watched this timeless, beautiful, hilarious, wonderful interview with Carrie and Gary. DO NOT TAKE HER, 2016, YOU’VE DONE ENOUGH THIS YEAR.

right?!?

I want to high-five the marketers who were like, “let’s put some googly eyes on a piece of fake fur and give it a backstory so we can mark it up 5000%.”

My Aunt Jean had this very same “fireplace” at her old house on the Connecticut shoreline. She lived in one of the very few houses in that neck of the woods without a fireplace so hey presto! Instant fireplace. Pretty sure she acquired it sometime around 1966 (from what I can recall her telling me — it predated me, I…

The kangaroo shoes look like an injury waiting to happen.

Roy the Froy might be the most brilliant, subtly genius thing ever.

No wonder women kept themselves drugged all the time, if all I had to look forward to were girdles and dust busters I probably would too.