Any article with a headline that starts with “Extremely Goth...” is going to get my click dollars.

I work in a creative job and in my office, wearing a suit means A) you’re an “outsider” and not to be trusted, B) you have an interview for a job somewhere else and are doing a crap job of being stealth about it or C) you’re on your way to a funeral. I work with super professional, really well-respected folks and…

My friends and I were driving to DC from VA Beach and noticed a lot of really strange bumper sticker/window sticker/car combos, starting with a huge black truck that had a gigantic Pittsburgh Steelers sticker and an equally huge Dunkin Donuts sticker. We started trying to figure out what the person driving would look…

I ended up with such a girl crush on Betty Gilpin from that show. I loved GLOW.

Ha ha ha. I also listen to Bitch Sesh without watching the Real Housewives (I cut the cord on cable, but I do watch them on the eliptical at the gym when I have the chance). Bitch Sesh is a breath of fresh air. Also, Casey’s Dad comes into my office sometimes and it’s all I can do not to accost him with love for his…

Chicken finger subs are the reason I, an ex-pat Rochesterian, will journey into the suburbs of DC to go to Wegmans a couple times a year. They are all the great things about wings but easier to eat on the go.

Oh yeah. Port wine cheese and Ritz crackers. Yes ma’am (or sir).

I don’t long for the days of “Won’t someone please think of the children?!?” pandering. It’s just as disingenuous as not giving a shit about kids at all. It’s simply using them as a political cudgel, usually to defend something stupid or abhorrent. What we’re lacking is good old fashioned empathy for our fellow man,…

The dark chocolate ones are nirvana.

It is heartbreaking, and from a medical perspective it’s also fascinating. I really hope that with time, these women will be able to make amazing recoveries. I know human beings are resilient and I hope this is a case in which resiliency wins...but man, these women have a long road ahead.

I think SO MUCH of this comes down to over-planning and/or having way overblown expectations. See also: New Year’s Eve. A friend of mine recently planned a bachelorette weekend for a bride she was friends with and since it didn’t go exactly according to plan (a plan which was in the bride’s head and likely looked like…

The sound design on that clip was AMAZING. I’m about to send it to a couple of sound engineers simply because I think they’ll love it.

That show was an underappreciated gem. I once ran into some friends post a very drunk brunch (for them) and they introduced me to a friend from out of town. In a matter of minutes we somehow ended up squealing about “Publizity...it’s based on our namesssss!”

We watch it at work at lunch. It is benign enough to be pretty crowd-pleasing and less rage and conflict inducing than the news but provides JUST enough fodder to have discussions like, “Man, I really hate it when Chip clowns around. Just build the damn house already” and “Those huge clocks look stupid.”

I live across the street from a CVS that always seems to have it in stock. So convenient!

It’s gross. I bought it, tried it, then let it sit in my freezer for a couple months while occasionally buying and actually eating some Ben & Jerry’s. I went back to the carton in desperation (I’d run out of Ben & Jerry’s) only to find that it had solidified into an impenetrable brick. It went in the trash.

Yes, and Oregon had a huge KKK problem not that long ago. There is a great Dollop podcast about it...episode 221 “Oregon and the KKK.”

I have a close friend with it. Getting (and sticking with) a therapist would be tops on my list, so good on you for getting started with that first. My understanding is that talk therapy is the #1 treatment for it. In my friend’s case, she constantly feels like the only light at the end of the tunnel is an oncoming…

That Fiona bra is wonderful and will last a long, long time if you don’t fry it in the dryer. That said, a day will come when one or both of those velcro straps will give way once and forever. Mine did while playing a rec league sport, leading to one of my 34DDDs flapping in the breeze on a trip to first base.

Yeah, it was actually really nice to eat dinner together but I wonder if my parents actually ate super early when I was really little to accommodate that or if I’m just remembering dinners from the time I was 5 or 6 on. I’m also an only child, which I realize would have made mealtimes less of a production. My Mom was…