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ive learned my lesson over and over again”

I absolutely read all the narrator’s quotes in this article with the cadence and accent of every trashy British doc-TV. What a world we live in!

Seventh grade was THE worst for me. I went from having friendships like Anna and Maya’s to absolutely zero friends based on a falling out about halfway through and a new girl coming in who just DID not like me for whatever reason and went out of her way to alienate me. So I went through all of these crazy changes but

I love how their responses are like “Well I don’t harass women on the street, so this is attacking us good men.” You missed the fucking point by a mile. If you’re not actively stopping other men around you from engaging in that kind of fuckery, you are absolutely not “one of the good guys”. YOU ARE PART OF THE

Gillette’s response (in my head): We’re trying to HELP you, you fucking croutons!

Your comment has me all fogged up at my desk! She did look gorgeous in her dress, and in all the dangley earrings she collected over the years. I wish I could give her a hug for you more than anything, but she passed a few years ago. She was a remarkable soul. Creative, warm, and incredibly empathetic.

Sending you so many internet hugs! I’m right there with you.

Absolutely this! For me, it almost all came from the school yard. My folks tried to keep that kind of discussion away from us. But I remember all the Monica Lewinsky slut-shaming my peers were doing, and dumping on Tonya for being trash, and so much more racist, homophobic bullshit that adult me cannot believe kid me

I was listening to NPR on my way home last night and the hosts were talking about how this speech wasn’t for his base, it was meant to convince people in the middle to get on his side. This.... isn’t how one goes about doing that.

Your father sounds dreadful. I’m glad you recognize and refuse to internalize his bullshit, though. I’m still trying to help my mom overcome a lifetime of my grandfather’s appearance bullying.

I was wondering how anyone could convincingly play the level of willful naiveté Debra displayed. Like, WOMAN HOW ARE YOU OK WITH THIS? I’m so excited to know Connie is killin’ it. Now I just need to find it streaming since I don’t have cable :-/

That’s so good to hear! I love Juno Temple in general and could totally see her as the eldest daughter. I honestly had stress dreams about trying to extricate (my perfectly capable, brilliant mother) from bad situations after listening to what Veronica had to go through. Not to mention Terra!

Terra is my hero!!

Let’s use this thread to discuss Dirty John instead, as I think it would be a more productive use of all of our time.

My husband is a stoner but not much of a drinker at all and I’m fond of wine but have never been much for pot (really, I’m just no good at it). I’m just about 2/3 of the way through the first trimester of my first pregnancy, and on one hand having opposite vices has made things simpler. I’m certainly not tempted.

Last Patriot’s Day (a regional Massachusetts holiday for those unfamiliar), it came to my community’s attention that the Sad Boys would be holding a protest one town over from mine at a historical Revolutionary War site. We were like, nah.

Your restraint is commendable! One of my best friend’s ex was the same way and because they had a kid together she has been SO patient. But such a good point that he has to live with his past behavior. Glad things are easier for you now!

That’s such a great idea! I will check it out for sure. I also just found out I’m pregnant (which is good news! we’ve been working on that for a minute) so I kind of can’t wait for our future kiddo to make all the glitter-glue covered bullshit. We get to start our homemade collection anew!

Heartbreaking story time! Years ago, my husband and I were given a small subset of the my family Christmas ornaments for our tiny apartment tree. Mementos from family vacations, crafts from childhood (lots of inexplicable glittery walnuts?), and souvenirs from my mom’s business trips. As the years have progressed and

There’s something about their placement that makes me feel like one of the trees might physically assault me.