Dementia is the most painful slow death for loved ones to endure, I think. Watching someone vibrant and deeply textured and human fade into a shell of themselves, a body you recognize but the humanity shredded away... It’s heartbreaking on a level that’s hard to cope with. You have my deepest sympathy and condolences.…

What’s really hard is knowing that he’s still around but that I can’t talk to him about things like I used to. Because he was an academic (a film historian and English professor), we had pretty good and long discussions about films and music and politics. I mean I know he would be so incredibly entertained by Trump…

I had an employer (I was contracted, but it was a regular gig) do this to me. They moved the entire office over the weekend without bothering to tell me. I thought the place had folded up overnight or something. A few hours later, I get an irate call asking me if I planned to come in and pick things up today, only for…

I don’t have anything funny or happy to share, but I’m going to take this as a moment to vent frustrations. Enjoy the many unnecessary parenthetical phrases.

I hope you have a shapadoinkle day!

That’s horrible :(

SO HERE’S HOW IT ALL WENT DOWN.

The summer after high school graduation and my boyfriend was staying the night from out of town. He slept in the guest room and, in the morning, I went in and laid on top of the covers next to him (with the door left open, of course, because rules). Soon after, two or three of our cats also jumped on the bed.

Mine didn´t tell people I was a virgin, but she was definitely into telling people I was a whore. The summer before my sophomore year in college, I moved in with my boyfriend of two years. A neighbor came over to visit my mom and my mom was yammering on and on about my plans with my boyfriend. For some reason, I made…

So far this is the most horrifying. I want to give yout a million hugs.

Once, my mom and dad told us they were giving us the house for the weekend while they were taking a cruise. I was 18 and I was going to have friends over. It was going to be a fantastic weekend!

Because I hate to shop for clothes, and always have, whenever my family went to the mall, I would spend about an hour with my mom buying school clothes and then she would meet up with my dad and pass me off so she could shop for herself in peace. I was always SUPER excited about this, because it meant about 2 hours of…

“OMG your engagement is 20 months long? That is soooo long. I think it’s ridiculous that people feel they need these long engagements to plan. If I were getting married, I’d do it within six months. That’s plenty of time. I’d just pick a place and not obsess about everything.”

Ugh. This. I had a super busybody Maid of Honor send a message out to all my bridesmaids the week before my wedding telling them to go tanning or buy some fake tanning lotion to make sure they didn’t have any tan lines that would clash with their dresses. She also suggested looking into tattoo covering make up. All…

“It’s YOUR day!” followed by “You should/shouldn’t do XYZ!”

Gawker Media needs to host an exhibit of Tara Jacoby and other graphic artists who have illustrated for this site, or at least find a way to sell merch or something with those images (obviously, proceeds should go to the artists). Seriously, how great would this image look on a t-shirt?

Ha, she wishes. Her mother-lorne cries of “Oh I hope I live to see the day” are met with me derisively telling her I will give her out of wedlock gaybies, born of the finest queer sperm in all the land.

My best friend’s mom did it right: we were all going to crash at her house after the bachelorette party, so she just got rooms/couches/sleeping bags ready, said hi to us when we arrived and then left out a remarkable assortment of the types of foods drunk people want so badly- chips with hot dips, tacos, cookies, etc.…

This seems like a strange conclusion to draw. You think having a good relationship with your parents makes it impossible to be successful? That just seems so sad.

Setting aside the bachelorette issue, the women I know who are “best friends” with their mom seem a little off and so do their moms. Also, notably, their marriages don’t seem to work out. My sister in law is one of them. We’ll be at my inlaws when she’s not there and she will literally call 10 times in two hours. My…