Yes. I was so ‘I can’t believe I’m having to do this’ that the age thing didn’t even register.

I had to explain to my boss, a historian, WHO SHOULD FUCKING KNOW BETTER, that since Sally was a slave and the nature of that power dynamic of owner and owned, no matter what, NO MATTER WHAT, she could not consent since as a piece of property she did not have agency.

But she probably doesn’t get to make her friends wear insufferable matching outfits every day.

I had to beg and plead for it. My mother was weirdly backwards about sex for how progressive she was about other things and was convinced that if I went on birth control I was going to become a whore. Instead it just made me a functional human with clear skin. 

My grandfather was Salinger’s roommate in college. We joke amongst the family that my grandfather was the reason Salinger became a recluse.

It’s like pretending to have kidney stones for the camaraderie. For fucks sake.  

I used to pass out from pain from my period and my mom used to just say it was ok and normal and nothing needed to be done about it.

Kidney stones are...astonishing. 

It doesn’t really surprise me that women are also poor judges of girl’s pain. It’s a cycle. We were told that our pain wasn’t as bad, so we deal with our pain, so when girl children are in pain, we parrot what we were told to do.

I very much enjoyed the episodes, and I look forward to this. Will they remake the polaroids?! 

My sister and her husband just adopted an infant domestically and it was an emotional and financial clusterfuck. Just the sheer amount of emotional time and labor required is a note of the privilege of the situation. They essentially had to be in a place where it was possible for other people, or other things (most…

My parents and boyfriend are keeping me in real food. And not just grilled cheese and yogurt. 

I got married on my couch in my pajamas. Do recommend. Don’t recommend the situation in which I ended up as such, but the ease of a self uniting certificate and a dog in a puppy tux can’t be beat. 

Since I’m barely doing any physical work compared to my normally very physically active job, my food consumption has gone way down. I’m spending money on booze instead of food. I don’t skimp on my alcohol.

The defining thread seems to be the conflict of family members over the planning process. 

My coworkers got married in Vegas too and they had dinner at a UFO themed diner and then did Area 51 tourism shit.

Everyone who gets married with a legit ceremony and all the shebang makes me less likely to ever get married in that way.

Yeah. I spent much of the beginning of last year laying on my living room floor drunk and high in order to get to sleep and would wake up still drunk.

I’ve been furloughed for 30 someought days now and I’m pretty much drinking 50% of the time.

I have the general unfortunate task of herding large numbers of teeming vacationing hoards faced with finite resources.