Why would anyone think “Fraser” wouldn’t be pronounced how it’s spelled?

The movie, the play, the standing ovations, awards, etc all just keep proving that fatphobia is the last “ism” people are allowed to be. My god, do the general public hate fat people

Saturday, Donny, is Shabbos, the Jewish day of rest. That means that I don’t work, I don’t drive a car, I don’t fucking ride in a car, I don’t handle money, I don’t turn on the oven, and I sure as shit DON’T FUCKING GO TO YOUR WEIRD GIRLFRIEND’S CHRISTMAS PARTY!

Nope. This was done long before Lindsay Lohan. I guess I’m outing myself as a Gen X-er because I immediately thought of Laverne and Shirley. 

I’m waiting on She Said because of depressing news fatigue.

I feel like for a lot of my career, people have really wanted to define me by the men in my life, whether that’s my family members or my boyfriends

Really not trying to pick a fight, but why do they always give more credence to a police officer in paranormal stories? As we all see demonstrated nearly daily, nobody is more jumpy and likely to jump to (instant, wrong) conclusions than a police officer.

Okay this is really long but I’m unsure how to shorten it without giving up some details so.

My husband bought me a dachshund puppy, a few months before we got married, and he was my best friend. Walt was the sweetest, most loyal and precious dog. He was my constant shadow and my sidekick. When we brought our daughters home, I never did a late-night feed alone, he was always curled at my feet. He doted on the…

I judge these stories by whether they make my face pull this expression—> D-:}

My brother died suddenly at the beginning of summer. He had recently remarried, and after the funeral, which took place on a beautifully sunny day that he would have loved, his widow held a gathering for family and friends. Her brother and his wife, whom I had only met briefly twice, were present. The sister-in-law is…

I had a kind of similar incident after my father died. My mother, who had polio as a child, had to have a few surgical procedures. I was staying there to look after their elderly dog. In the house was a pair of brass davey lamps, once used by miners but now converted to run on battery, not oil. Every time I came in…

Um, it’s literally trying to kill your husband?? Like, get OUT of there!! Also, you felt pure evil from the knife sharpener and you just…gave it away to someone else?! My god.

I’m not really a believer in the supernatural, but I had a ghost in my old apartment.

So I worked for police dispatch in a decently sized city (in the top 15 in the US) for over a decade. This story happened somewhere after 2004 but before 2008-ish, I think.

Please delete your creative writing attempt. This is not the place. 

Spooky but I’m also sad for the cat that gets fed in the corner of the basement.

A little help from the other side:

I have a Google sheet I created last year with stories for anyone who kept losing their place in the queue due to the auto refresh https://docs.google.com/document/d/1j2ky_p2wnu_0jsCcVkxrkX7Mj_oM8ZmXHJmgvtOuJ-M/edit?usp=sharing

I love this story! I have one caveat:

“The electrical grid at my parents’ house can only be described as “schizophrenic”.”

Nope.  It could be described in a myriad of other ways.  Erratic, unpredictable, inconsistant, unusual... the list goes on, but schizophrenic shouldn’t be one of them.