I went to a party with my boyfriend at in a building that rented rehearsal space. As usual, as soon as we got there, my boyfriend split for the bar and I didn’t see him again. I ended up spending most of the party in a big chair drinking Haitian rum with a dude that I had a huge crush on (who also happened to be…

Back in the ‘90s I had an appointment with a new stylist. I sat in his chair and said “Make me look like that girl on Friends.” He said “Get out of my chair.” I knew we would get along just fine.

Having a lot of money solves many problems, and then it causes exponentially more.

And she’s funny too.

And then blame it on the women.

What they’re really saying is, Please do what I did and don’t force me to question my own choices.

Honeynut squash. Same flavor profile (only tastier), cut ’em in half, a little olive oil on the top, roast ’em for a half hour or so, a little salt. That’s all. Better than butternut, and I’m a big butternut fan.

I’ve posted this before, but here’s what I say – “Trump’s a loser.” Don’t try to convince them with facts or logic. Just keep repeating. “Loser.” “Failure” will do too. It’s the only argument they understand. With any luck, they’ll eventually avoid the subject altogether.

Over-the-counter stuff doesn’t work for me. I use herbals, two valerian and a form of herbal melatonin called Herbatonin. Usually takes an hour or so to work, but it does the job.

He wanted the title but not the job. I’m not sure he actually knew it’s a job.

I loooooove this!

Do you know what I have found works really with the Trumpers? “I don’t know what you see in that guy. He’s a loser.” Don’t bombard them with facts and logic. They’re immune. Leave them with no room to argue. “Failed businessman. Failed husband. Failed husband. Failed president. Loser.” Repeat as necessary. Drives them…

You’re assuming they believe women are people.

Memories of the Future by Siri Hustvedt. I was drawn to it because it’s set in New York in the late 70s/early80s, which was when I lived in the East Village. It’s great!

I found the most amazing strawberries (honestly, they looked fake) at the farmer’s market and it was just enough to make a galette. Also, thanks to the genius who invented galette. So easy.

Me too. There’s a reason it’s famous.

3) Her husband can tell her how to to her job!

I lasted about a minute. Every other word is “like.”

But he’s pro-business!

And not really that Lite.