I firmly believe that not all men are like that. It’s sort of like believing in karma, or anything else that doesn’t readily show itself, because I’ve yet to see the miracle for myself - not in my life, not in my friends’. I’ve heard about wonderful guys who do things like devote themselves to, say, their chronically…

Then I’m sure you’ll enjoy this one, too. I’m a single mom, also a writer. Not in Seattle, but in the middle of nowhere, where we live because my kid’s dad’s family are all here and it’s good for a kid to grow up with some family. Before my kid was old enough to make her way home from school and be on her own for an…

This is bad how?

Yeah, I know. 50 years of the consistent assholery from so many, it really does start to get to you after a while, and you pretty much stop making excuses for them. All it does is let them get away with more and leave you poorer and now, apparently, harassed by jerks who want to tell you how and when to get off.

The…

Good god. This seems to be mostly a Millennial infection, but I see it now and then among Xers, which is only one of the many reasons why I’m totally uninterested in finding men for sex anymore. What a royal pain in the ass — if it’s not all about how they can’t get their aging dicks hard, it’s about how they can’t…

It wasn’t for you. It was a slam book entry that escaped the sleepover party.

You’ve just described nearly all male writers, might need to narrow it

Wait, you mean the fashion-docu-bloggy crew that was obsessed with her for five years is now pissed off at her for existing?

no1curraboutyrmfaspats

Tell me, are there other people in your universe? Or, like, just you? Because I’d really prefer that we have an imperfect Dem in the WH who actually does now and then protect people like me and my kid than have a Godzilla plus great stories to tell about the wrongful defeat of our sainted hero.

blah, blah, blah. Tell me when I can stop by and pet your unicorn. I’ll buy the plane ticket with the tax refund I get from the earned income credit — you know, the one Bill Clinton expanded mightily, making it some meaningful help for single mothers and poor working couples.

I always thought Lovitz was gay.

No, I got involved with a fellow workshopper right away, and wound up living with him for years. Very decent fellow unless you were expecting the sort of reciprocity in family-type helpy things one does in a family. Didn’t want to take time away from writing. Fair enough; I broke up with him, got married to someone…

jesus fucking christ, that was long.

An interesting thing: this is making not a ripple on campus. I work two blocks from Dey House and this is the first I’ve heard of it.

I’m also glad that I’m not a student there now. It was bad enough when the issue was stipend and fellowship allocation. But I wonder how many people…

Pomanders, the best. Also nice to braid cinnamon sticks into yarn braids for hanging up, and hang a pomander at the end of them.

I want this song. I want Burl Ives to sing it.

Oh, I know, the poor Plaza. I bet they were going under because of her. Tell me, when were you first aware of this vocation to defend the super-wealthy? Did it come to you in a drean, or what?

Are you kidding? This woman is a hero. It wouldn’t have killed her to be nice, but then I’m sure she knew that in a situation like that, fear will protect you better than love. She held the line.

You can always see, in the comments, which people got slapped down all the time as kids and learned to be a little Stockholm-syndrome about it.

Oh COME ON.