I raise my cuppa to ya!

Oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you Kara. I didn’t click on this story when it first appeared because the photo made me squirm and reel in vertigo. I’ve been wearing my imaginary T-shirt that says, “Tell me how to be a better ally” as I go out and try to be a damn better ally.

I love this 100 ways to Sunday. I was lucky to be pulled into the scooter scene with my boyfriend at the time and those guys had to take a lot of shit for being scooter geeks, so it felt safer for the women in the group. If you were a new rider, you were up front on group rides, regardless of sex, setting the pace and…

It’s my favorite black tea in the morning. It’s a bit spicier than English breakfast tea, of course. I’m still giggling over the visuals. Thanks for that.

Thank you for making me spit Irish breakfast onto my screen.

I am the bizarre white woman who prefers Asian, Hispanic, Native American men over white men. They all look too much like my brothers. Asian men ignore me and I don’t know if it’s because of the cultural belief that I am not interested in them. But, oh, I am...

Thank you for my morning laugh!

This is so beautiful. Thank you for writing it. I watched and loved the OA. I also practiced Vodou in New Orleans and it never explained, never complained, only made a safe space for spirit to descend from time to time. I hadn’t linked it to my feelings around The OA probably because though I try to be an ally, I…

Schadenfreude delight. I get horrible migraines from scented candles, have to walk down soap aisles while holding my breath, and always feel obnoxious when I ask party hostesses to blow their expensive, beloved candles out. So this weirdly feels righteous. Sorry scented candle lovers.

Mine settled there too, and I was born there. My father got an education and got out, but we went back every summer to take care of my grandmother, who refused to leave. It was beautiful, rural, and as I got older, terrifying. I just talked to my dissertation chair for the first time this week. She was born and raised…

In the past my usual response to devastation; 9/11, Hurricane Katrina, was all out fucking. I went to a New Orleans sex club soon after Katrina and it was literally wall-to-wall fucking. Seems to be how humans respond to tragedy. Unfortunately, I’ve been intentionally celibate for the past year, but I woke up…

I dated a completely inappropriate man simply because he looked like Aidan Turner as Mitchell in “Being Human.”

Thank you, thank you, thank you for writing this! I moved from New Orleans to the west coast and for the past 10 years have been undone by the potluck. I still feel completely socially awkward (and mildly resentful) when I attend. Because I’m a grad student, rarely have time to prepare something, and so show up with…

White girl here who foolishly tried to play spades, once. Still have PTSD. Thank you for this primer. I wish I’d read it years ago.

Why? Out of all the actors and actresses who regularly get plastic surgery, why is everyone picking on Renee? I live in SoCal. It’s, unfortunately, a way of life here. I’m entering the 50 zone and feeling the pressure myself, though I’m not in the entertainment industry. I’m taking all this criticism of Renee more…

As someone who had a similar situation growing up, I am sending you lots and lots of love. I’ve recently had some trauma therapy and it’s helped me so much with my issues around my mother and her abuse/neglect. It takes awhile to unwind the negative messages from our nervous system and don’t be afraid to get some help…

Weird question, but if fetuses are now persons, can I sue them for sucking on my body, life, finances without my consent? Can I sue “god” for “blessing” me with this parasite? How far are the right-to-lifers willing to go with this?

Believe it or not, there is what is known as the Appalachian diaspora through Ohio, Indiana, and even up into Detroit. When workers couldn’t get work in mines, they travelled north to work the mostly automotive industries there. There are huge swaths of Appalachians with accents and community-focused behavior intact.

Yes, this! I’ve encountered some pretty nasty high school behavior in women who stayed home to raise their kids and are now facing empty nests. No offense to moms who do this, I’ve met many enlightened and cool stay at home parents, but some that I’ve had dealings with seemed to stop growing emotionally around their…

I wish my parents had gotten high. I still fantasize about getting my mom high. That woman is so tightly wrapped in WASP that chilling on some herb would probably heal generations worth of dysfunction and alcohol addiction.