Yes! That feverish, engorged, painful feeling is the beginning of mastitis, BTW (for those reading who want to know how boobs work), and if you get it that’s a trip to the hospital. If you live in a country that has a good fair medical system, I guess you’ll work it out without going broke and losing your job, but I’m…

Also, being stressed about “did I just hear a customer” “is someone going to walk in on me” “did Elwood microwave fish again for lunch in the back room than I am currently trying to pump in” would be enough to stop my nervous nellie boobs from letting down at all. Which, if it happens enough, tells your body to stop…

Same. My talented BF’s cover playlist is about 48% Ryan Adams. I told him he doesn’t have to stop playing them, he just needs to preface the songs with a disclaimer, which I will now suggest “This next song is by a rancid pedo douchebag abusing asshole”, so thank you.

When Arkin says “I’m a fountain”, and then a few moments later, “drink from me”, his mastery of gesture and sense of timing made me laugh harder than I have at anything ever on shows I love more.

He also sleeps in a bucket

Melania’s hair and now *this* is further evidence me that this is what happens when the administration is openly hostile to gays.

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU PISS OFF THE GAYS

I live in a large Central European city for a while now and as an American I’ll never cease to be amazed when I pass a cop/civilian interaction and the civ is getting all mouthy and the cops (they’re always in pairs) just stand there cool as cucumbers, never yelling, just doing their jobs. They also have to have good…

My first apartment was pretty basic and no frills, but it was sturdy, warm in the winter, and cheap. The issue was that the upstairs neighbours, two young women, were having a lot of really loud box-spring squeaking moany groany sex all day and night and the worst part of *that* was that every single time the loving…

No! He immediately knew what had happened, was disappointed,  and basically ghosted me after. 

I was “talking” with someone who is semi-famous, we had sent a few flirty texts back and forth over the space of a week, and he wrote something so clever and funny and sexy that I screenshot it to send to my bff with a bunch of fire and excited face emojis and a line about how “it’s going down”. Except I accidentally…

And “dining room”. 

I’m getting on to a half a century living here on earth and I will never cease to be amazed at how often the whole “So YOU can say the N word but I can’t; REVERSE RACISM” trope gets trotted out as if it were some smoking new hot take.

This is the moment *before* that part in The Handmaid’s Tale where Elizabeth Moss’ character tries to buy coffee with her card and it gets declined

I can’t see how legitimising what these people do as work isn’t something we still have to move forward to as a society. It’s a job and a really old one and there’s no getting rid of it, so why can’t we live in a world where the people who do that work are organised, have health care, living wages, vacation time,…

The Wire! I know it’s cliche but when I talk to someone who’s never seen it I get a bit jealous of them be able to watch it for the first time, it’s that good.

Could that be Fatih Akin as director for Firestarter or is there another director named Faith Akin, and it’s not a typo?

That’s all exclusively pork in the photo of “red meat” as well. 

When I was waiting tables,  Sundays the after church crowd was the worst in terms of the work done/tip received equation. If they joined hands and bowed heads pre-meal I basically knew I was serving for 3 bucks an hour.

It’s an abomination and yet still somehow the title “This is America” still fits like a glove. Shit.