This video. Everyone in it looks like a pain in the ass who likes to go antiquing. Didn’t anybody learn to have any fun at all in the 90s? I’m beginning to think that the reason I’m an island in a sea of Xanax-poppers now is that I spent my youth stoned and/or drunk and sitting on the laps of passenger-seat rich boys…

But it doesn’t matter. The movies have been shit for years, and nobody can watch the earlier ones, except maybe Annie Hall and the early physical-comedy ones, with a straight face. I mean they’re just masturbation vehicles for one man. He had some genius cinematographers, and Alan Alda is very, very funny, but come…

It comes down to one word: “Mine.”

Avoid men. Just avoid men. You never know which ones have guns, you never know which ones are having a bad day. Just avoid. #notall, but #waytoomany, and you can’t know which are which. I’m sorry to say it, but I won’t even go to my own father’s house at this point, or bring my daughter there. He has too many…

Wait, you mean old Jewish men react prickishly when called upon to recognize that they and their friends have been treating women like shit?

Okay. Somebody please start talking about how much of the unbelievable vitriol directed at women and minorities comes from Catholic men of Irish and Italian descent. It’s time. It’s past time.

You know, this pisses me off even more the second day. Fuck her “it’s so hard being a billionaire single mom” thing. She’s so out of touch she thinks the big problem is that her servant or whoever hasn’t got a cell right now and her kid has to use someone else’s phone to let her know he got home okay. This, to her, is…

She’s still full of shit. I have years left to go as a single mom, and somehow I’ll have to pull it off without being a billionaire with a room full of sycophants and a house full of staff.

DAENERYS STORMBORN.

I didn’t have to read very far to see that this is a pimp operation. What the hell.

Right. Well....

I’ve been a single mom for a decade; mom to a small child and a mentally ill husband before that. My parents have never shown up to help out.

Let me put it this way: If you are reasonably comfortable, and you’re not looking around to see who you might be able to help, yourself, doing small helpful…

Meh. Single mom here says you can still use it. I told her to fire her household staff, put all money in escrow except $60K a year (that’s an expensive place they live in), refrain from using Facebook staff for personal errands/help; go. For a year. She does that, she can start talking. She ain’t gonna do it.

Let’s not overstate the case. She’s beginning, because she’s being walloped with a smidgen of reality daily, to see glimmers. That’s pretty much it, though she’s real fuckin sure she sees the whole glorious light.

Yeah, I’m also pretty furious. What the bloodiest of fucks. You now have to do it yourself, with the help of all the household staff you can throw money at; you will never have to worry about a goddamned fucking thing except how to continue fulfilling yourself in your career while doing part of the work of taking care…

My head is exploding with rage. I don’t think I can tolerate this unfortunate JAP’s discoveries tonight, not while she’s sitting on sixty bazillion dollars.

This is why God invented therapists.

1. Those are some dope uniforms.

Apprised. He was apprised, not appraised.

Yep. My Wicket Goods are 9 years old, definitely coming apart, worn daily, and I’m thinking actually I could mend them because they’re mostly fine.

I have never worn out any article of clothing from Bean, and if I took care of the hiking boots like I should, they’d go 30 years easy, even after 18 years of being my…

Please do not be the horrible upper-middle-class parents who’re actually too busy and tired to pay attention to the kid but have decided that she’s a fucking birthday cake on wheels unless she’s pissing you off personally, in which case she’s a little bitch. Because I can smell that from here. And because these are…