hello my friend...me too. I blood tested for thyroid problems when I started gaining weight at a crazy rapid rate and they said that while my thyroid was fine, I was a candidate for a celiac diagnosis. I refused to even tell anyone because I just didn’t want to hear it. None of it. No.

haha, I WAS the fat best friend (The Barb, you might say), and my gorgeous, modelesque BFF was always chill and supportive about it...until I got hella thin in my 20's. I swear, our friendship really didn’t get back on track until recently, when I gained the weight back. Now we’re both kinda dumpy so we can finally…

My 91 year old grandfather is living with me right now for his health and every day he says “One day closer to November!”

this image sums up everything about my life at 24 in NYC. Just...everything.

I actually know her and she’s the kindest, bravest woman I’ve ever met. She’s dedicated her life to peace, but not quiet.

My friend is the host of a jawdroppingly fun drag brunch and at the last one, after a show stopping performance by an A++ Beyoncé, one of the past winners of Ru Paul’s Drag Race made a surprise appearance as Grace Jones.

another redeeming arc I would accept: a true and passionate love affair with BFF/Doppelgänger Karli Kloss and then becoming an advocate for gay-loving yourself.

I have this theory that she’s actually a gentle, open minded, liberal, civil rights activist who, during a poorly planned college seance, was possessed by the vindictive ghosts of both of Wallis Simpson and Joe McCarthy. They constantly battle for control of her body and voice, but one of them is always in charge. She…

She also didn’t include anything but the most cursory info about Alvin Ailey or the choreographer...some people might not be familiar with them either. But this is just a showcase piece about this particular performance so all you really need to know is “these are the people dancing, this is the person who staged it,…

I buy meat from a local butcher which yes, is expensive, but he knows exactly where each animal comes from and butchers them himself, in the open, so customers see what their food actually looks like. (The first time I went in and there was a giant pig on the table, I ended up buying cheese and calling it a day.)

Hey man, you’re doing a good job. You’re not gray because you are saying things a lot of us feel or identify with, so we’re starring you. This is part of you speaking up, it’s important and you are clearly listening to the advice people are giving you.

Slightly unrelated, but instead of vine and periscope, they are actually getting into something kinda awesome! My 15 year old sister, who’s every word drips with a world-weary ennui usually reserved for retired runway models and unpublished poetry majors, just went outside to play Pokemon Go with her 12 year old…

Christian has always been the superior draper.

So well said!! I’m going to screenshot this comment and remember it. It’s so easy to forget this point, or be dismissed as a spaz when trying to explain it but you laid it out perfectly here. Thank you!

yuuuuuup. Women get raped in religious communities where their clothes, contacts, alcohol consumption and basic free will are all restricted. Weird! How could that be? (One might also note that these rules are often put in place with the explicit purpose to keep women ‘safe’).

Did you see that episode of Archer where he kidnaps the baby? As soon as I heard his voice I got so excited.

ugh, I still have guilt flashbacks to a gluten-free friend who came to stay for a weekend with me and my then BF. She brought a big bag of groceries and politely (but explicitly) stated that she was going to feed herself most of the time so as not to put us out. But the first night I totally forgot that her bread was…

ahhhh! That sounds awful - and agree, the reason I had to stop bartending was because I just hit my limit with obviously fucked up relationships playing out (and intensifying) five feet from my face every. single. night.

you’re the best, you’ll be missed and we’ll all follow your work at the NYer.

My sister had a baby today!! She had a 70 hour labor...you heard me...seventy fucking hours. I was with her and her hubby as their do-everything person for the whole thing (and pregnancy, since we live together) and wow. She is such a warrior. The baby boy is healthy, hairy and strong and his parents are doing…