I blame JPC and associated disappointments for grown-up steampunk dabbling. I just keep on chasing that white whale...

YES!!!! Back when it had a soul. I loved those binded pieces of paper to death. I also subscribed to American Girl Magazine and treasured the historical paper dolls.

NOOOO!!! I was just trying to figure out if they were still around. I do not like this answer.

I'm sorry you got sucked in! I think it finally soured for me when they built a retail location in downtown Seattle, and all of the reproduction Rose from Titanic dresses looked like limp and depressed—the imitation crab of costumes. Thank god I bought all of those Beanie Babies instead.

Yep. And surly mother-in-laws.

To the list of childhood catalogs I must add J. Peterman Co., because I read those until they fell apart, tried to figure out how to apply for Novella Descriptions of Impractical Victorian Cloak Writer, and spent a summer saving for a Titanic Heart of the Ocean replica only to have my mom tell me, "you are NOT…

The idea of making homemade toothpaste from clay makes my soul puke.

THIS. I think the most extravagant Easter "gift" we got was a Pez dispenser in a candy basket. That's ridiculous.

I've been trying to find an Elsa figurine for my desk to hang out with Daenerys Targaryen (I like to think they'd get along okay), but everywhere I go is sold out of everything. If I get lucky, there's some Anna stuff left. I have no kids, but would scoop up all kinds of merch if it was around. Never underestimate the…

Yes, yes, and yes. I'm not a parent, but my "little office job" isn't exactly accommodating and predictable every day. I'm sorry, I'm not claiming to be happy for her marriage ending, but I can't exactly conjure a bunch of sympathy for her.

I'm really just upset that this is taking the spotlight away from Sprinkles the Kitteh.

Or unconscious coupling, which is kind of my relationship with Jack Huston.

A Safeway-brand can of veggie stars soup, right? Because there's no way I'm throwing Campbell's Chunky Split Pea and Ham at this...

Truth. Pocahontas was the sad preteen turning point where I realized there was a finite level of magic in that Cali studio.

Happy that Lupita was my first Oscar cry. What an outstanding, gracious soul.

I too only had one Ken and a dozen Barbies. My sister and I had the Pizza Hut and Soda Shoppe playsets, which contrasted like crazy with the Disney Princess-style gowns that made up a good chunk of their wardrobes (Costco's Christmas season off-brand Barbie dress set was a staple under the tree). As a result, we…

Ha, not being alone in this frustration is extremely validating. I spent months thinking, "Maybe you just really suck at your own professional development/making friends/dealing with your car's ravaged suspension." After a few lunches with the ONE other late-twenties/early-thirties professional I've met here, I…

I'm flying up home to Seattle on Saturday for a week. I think my ticket back to Tucson might get irreplaceably lost for all eternity.