I grew up going to demonstrations and marches downtown, and this was by far the most crowded I’ve seen the Pershing Square-to-City Hall route. (I come from a long line of rabble-rousers.)

It was kind of insane. Metro did the best they could, but the system just wasn’t designed to move that many people to the same place at the same time. I hope they learned a few things.

I’m currently employed, but I spent a long time unemployed or severely underemployed.

A Joy Anna, a Johannah AND a Jana. And a Josiah, a Joseph and a Josie.

When I’ve worked in showbiz, I’ve found that many questionable employer practices are the result of inertia: That’s just how things have always been done, and no one bothers to check on whether the practices are actually legal. 

I’m 45 and regularly get pegged at 28-30. The only commonality I seen to have with Lecy Goranson and Jennifer Aniston is that none of us have kids.

There was a very limited theatrical run, because Netflix decided to push this as a very big real-life movie that just so happens to be viewable in your own home. They did a big red-carpet premiere with all the stars, they put up outdoor ads all over the freakin’ place in L.A. (they managed to find the restraint to not…

I am so over this movie and I haven’t even seen it.

After they come for whoever he’s got something on. Because that’s the main reason I can see for him still having a career: He must know something about someone who has a whole lot to lose if he talks.

Yeah, my friend said the same thing... And that a good chunk of them were in prison because they eventually killed or severely injured their abusers.

This is anecdata, but I’m posting it because it’s from a perspective we don’t usually hear from. (CW: Transphobia)

Dan Schneider must be threatening to implicate someone who has a whole hell of a lot to lose, and who will take the company down with them. He’s been openly preyingon minor performers too long for there to be any other explanation as to why he’s still employed - much less not incarcerated.

The Disaster Artist is La La Land for the rest of us.

Me neither. I’m damn good at crocheting, but knitting just involves too many sharp things.

I’ve been reading and sporadically commenting on Jez since maybe a year after it started, and I’m still in the grays. It’s a deterrent to commenting more, because it’s such a crapshoot whether anyone’s going to see what I write.

I give it a solid 7.8 on the apology scale, including deductions for the initial statement.

It is a little depressing, but it’s pretty much what I figured before I started the ghostwriting. My profile on OkCupid stopped getting so many messages when my age crept into the late 30s.

I used to be a dating site profile ghostwriter, so this is somewhere between anecdata and actual data based on a small sample set.

It’s closer to comedy than “The Martian” was. Throwaway lines aside, the only funny thing about “The Martian” was that it competed in the comedy category at the Golden Globes.

When I was a teenager, the closest music store was where all the local music industry and radio people went to trade or sell their promo copies. The store sold them super-cheap (like, $3-$8 an album, depending on demand and medium). At least half the stuff I bought during that time is stamped “For promotional use…