you just know she’d be an MRA if she was a man.

Why do you hate fun

we haven’t figured out how to get the alcohol into them

Oh my god — I read your previous updates. You don’t give a shit about people after they make a mistake, and you are obsessed with whose fault it is. I get it. Jeez.

I live in the neighborhood. My Facebook feed is full of articles on her. She was drunk.

Witnesses said she was very drunk. I read that in the news. Unless you’re suggesting that they’re lying, then it’s not speculation at all.

that was bad; don’t get cocky

I grew up going to punk rock shows at every given opportunity, and have rarely encountered the coat check, tbh. Probably depends what kind of venue/show it is. Even as a real grown up who has money to tip attendants and knows better than to get out of control drunk, if I go to a show these days, I just try to park…

The difference between being a friend and a babysitter/parent is letting people make choices you don’t agree with.

Will verify, as a Milwaukeean, that this is the standard among responsible friends who care about each other. You wait in the driveway until they’re safely inside, or you demand a text when they’re home safely — and you sure do follow up persistently if they forget.

It says she was going to a concert. Seeing a picture of how she was dressed made me think that perhaps it was the kind of concert with a pit, and a lot of sweaty bodies pushed very close together. Nobody wears seasonally appropriate clothes when that’s where they’re going; you’re not going to wear a sweater or a parka…

Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry to hear that happened. So glad that it only “almost” happened and that she’s presumably doing okay. :(

Honestly prefer this level of commitment to bloody marys instead of milkshakes:

Glad to know that you’ve never made a bad decision and needed help. May your friends be more compassionate than you are, should that ever change.

You know this isn’t just a case of her being too stubborn to live, right?

I understand there are a lot of awful messages sent to young women in our society about the importance of looking and being desirable, but this type of thing really bums me out.

To be fair, checking on your friend to make sure they got home safe wouldn’t necessarily prevent them from drowning in the river. That stuff happens pretty quickly. :/ The only way to truly prevent it would be a solid buddy system. I remember one guy who went missing on New Years a couple years ago — they knew he was…

In my younger, go-out-dancing days, I always hated going out in the winter. It wasn’t necessarily a desire to be “cute” that would cause me to run two blocks in the freezing weather dressed inappropriately. I knew that I’d get freaking hot inside if I dressed for the weather outside, and that I’d either have to carry…

Sorry, at some point, letting adults make their own (even potentially fatal) decisions has to kick in. Someone leaves, they cease to be my responsibility. They’re an adult. They likely have a telephone. They can call someone. They can go somewhere. They can knock on a fucking door & beg to be let in while their ride…

I’ve enjoyed analogies like: “I love my dad” vs “BUT DON’T YOU LOVE BOTH OF YOUR PARENTS?!”