She really is a national treasure and a beacon of hope for rural America.

And I would file most of those under “I’ve just given up but don’t want to come off as such...” aka schmattas.

I often have the compulsion to snap a pic of the wall of ass on some women in high-waisted jeans to show them how very, very wrong they are. Wall of ass + exaggerated belly=not a good look

It’s not really gory at all and not truly a horror movie. MOre of a thriller/mystery. The bulk of the movie is mysterious and quiet and then the violence is the last quarter

When the trailer for this played before Get Out at BAM on Saturday night, there was an enormous, extended bout of laughter throughout. Why? The terrible fucking name. It popped up on screen and there was not one person not open mouthed laughing. Not a good idea.

It’s nice that Jon Hamm was finally able to get some work.

Getting matching tattoos is some seriously co-dependence BS and is a red flag that y’all need therapy. It’s also the kiss of death for all relationships. So, if you find yourself thinking this is a good idea, it’s time to break up.

I’ve had a few abnormal mammograms and breast exams that have all resulted in misreads. I totally relate to the nerves and anxiety and depression. Also, I’ve had SEVERAL friends get breast cancer, go through treatment (and been surprised at how invasive it wasn’t) and came out the other side cancer-free for years now.

Chad? No one who lives in NYC and makes it beyond two months is named Chad. Chads live in St. Louis or Kansas City or maybe Charlotte. But not NYC.

Wow, that’s a terrible song. Perfect for the soundtrack of a franchise that shocks the eff out of me for still selling tickets.

I’m in OA for an eating disorder, so I relate.

Wow, that’s incredible. My Big Book is like a bible to me and covered in underlining and dog eared. I’m in a different fellowship but we use theBB.

Isolation is really common with addicts. A feeling of being “other”. Meetings are filled with isolators all getting out of their own heads.

That’s interesting. I’m in OA and have never seen any territorialism amongst the many, many variations of eating disorders in that program. In fact, it’s one of the things that so fascinating about it—so many different kinds of people and diseases and all with one very big thing in common.

Interesting. My father is a compulsive overeater and exercise addict and restrictor. He’s also a dry drunk, which is why his compulsions have transferred. But, yeah, I’m bulimic and my mom and sister have issues and much of it stems from the way food and body were treated in our house by our father.

This was her response to the immediate next question per a comment below:

It was in Florida, right?

It’s called a baguette bag? But that’s a style that was already made famous be Fendi that looks completely different.

Yep, and Philip Treacy did a similar alligator one many years ago.

Then her bag is a knock-off of a Philip Treacy alligator clutch from the late 90s/early 2000s. It was a deep cobalt blue, insanely long and slim gator clutch and it was spectacular. Sorry, newbie. Ain’t nothing that hasn’t been done.