Poor AOC.  Those Times Square tourists will never elect her again.

Nobody said it's wrong to tell those stories. The negative reaction is to the ways in which those stories are prioritized and awarded as if they are the only stories worth telling. Get out of your feelings. 

The man is a tall drink of water.

It’s like they really wanted to let Driving Miss Daisy beat Do the Right Thing a second time, knowing that Spike was going to be in attendance.

Second post, but this is something I have never seen the like of since, and I know I’ll never forget it, even if it wasn’t my lie.

I just have to say; the number of people who’ve responded with heartwarming stories about having to lie so they could plan a delightful surprise for a loved one is truly heartwarming.

PheobeCaulfieldTheThird reminded me lies can be cute and sweet. Like her’s this wasn’t so much a lie as a hilarious deception perpetrated by me and my parents all in partnership with each other at each other.

When I was young, I got into a relationship with an ex-teacher of mine who was 14 years older than me. Went from a controlling parent to a controlling boyfriend without a missed step. I found out a year into the relationship he had never been faithful; he earnestly explained it was up to me to prove I was worthy of…

My dad was an alcoholic and “quit drinking” several times. My mom would frequently pack up me and my sister for “weekend trips” to the local La Quinta until my dad would swear he would sober up.

During high school, in typical fashion, I waited until the period before 3 essays were due to begin the assignment. I finished two out of the three but never even began the last. To get out of the jam, I stapled the two completed essays together with an extra page on the back then tore the third page off, and…

The lie I told my parents was that my now-husband and I never dated. I thought I would get to stop lying once we got married, but I actually now have to keep this story going forever.

In elementary school, my best friend moved away quite suddenly (missionary parents) over the summer and I was devastated. We were very close and neither of us had other friends.

When I was a junior in college at UCLA, I was working my shift at the Cooperage cafeteria and in completely uncharacteristic fashion, I chatted up a super hot guy who came to order some pizza. I boldly asked for his phone number, which he scribbled on a five dollar bill. He struck me as charmingly eccentric.

I was 8 and I’d gotten locked out of my house (this was back in the early 90's when you could be an 8 year old latchkey kid and no one cared). Hey Dude was on and I really wanted to see the next episode, so I tried all the windows to find one that would be unlocked. Unfortunately I couldn’t get to the windows because…

Did you get a raise too?

One night, I hired a couple friends to help stage a needlessly elaborate hoax to generate public sympathy.

I still have that bra (7 years later) and fox tail dude sex was hawt. Thanks for the including me 😘

One summer during college I was nannying in NYC (not where I went to school) and was on the subway reading a book. This cute guy started talking to me about it and since I was never going to see him again I did what my best friend and I ways did - I pretended I was somebody else. An English somebody else.

I once told my husband a complicated lie about hosting a prospective grad student at our place. I had to make up where they were from and that they’d missed the visiting weekend, etc. I really just wanted to clean our place up because I was planning on surprising him with one of his best friends for his birthday. The…

Please don’t see this movie.