My parents weren’t “shady” about their income, but the wealthier you are, the more complicated it is. Telling me that my parents made about $750,000 a year would have meant basically nothing to me, without a fairly holistic understanding of investments, college savings, the tax rates in my hometown, my parents’…
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Okay, I take back everything everyone said this month about middle school graduations. Go on, Chieti, have one!
In other news: Everyone clicks on this shit.
Well, if you’re wondering why not, the men detailed within this post should be a clue. Marital status doesn’t mean shit to a man determined to vent his spleen on a nearby woman—theirs OR yours.
I was just thinking of a single boring example, but yes, you’re right. How about “So you want to see all my boring work emails where I said “taht” instead of “that” because I was typing too fast?” or “So you want to see all my boring work emails where I’m pitching freelance work and said ‘publicationA’ instead of…
HOW IS THAT MAN STILL ALIVE??? You are a saint.
It’s not impossible to believe in a practical sense. But presuming that they asked about it in jury selection, and he lied, the defense can say that had they known they would have dinged him from the jury. Asking whether or not you or someone close to you has ever been involved in a proceeding similar to the one…
I’ve had it turned on in Labs for years and use it often. Try it, you’ll see. Once I even sent a shitty emotional breakup email to someone and then unsent it JUST BECAUSE I COULD and it made me feel better.
So you want to see all my boring work emails where I said I was going to attach a document but forgot to attach it by the time I finished writing it? Whatever for?
I’ve had it turned on as a Labs feature for several years and it comes in handy more often than you might think. Yes, of course, we should all double-check everything all the time but shit happens, typos happen, forgotten attachments happen, last-minute ideas happen, changes of heart happen, and it is seriously…
I’ve had it turned on as a Labs feature for several years and it comes in handy more often than you might think. Yes, of course, we should all double-check everything all the time but shit happens, typos happen, forgotten attachments happen, last-minute ideas happen, changes of heart happen, and it is seriously…
Well, we made it 19 hours.
THIS.
I actually believe that some men have been lying about their height for so long that they’ve forgotten it’s a lie. It’s the only explanation for the number of short men who’ve yelled at me “Well, YOU must be 6’1”” when we have an, ahem, difference of opinion about which one of us is 5’10”.
Here’s a think I’ve learned as a tall woman: I am EXCELLENT at judging the height of people who are taller than I am—like I can get to within a 1/2 inch on most people. I am lousy as hell at judging the height of people who are shorter than I am—you are all tiny elf people and I cannot see the difference between any…
It’s your meter, yes. It’s a blessing. Go on with your bad self, internet cat. You’re in good company.
Yeah, it’s a real thing. But you have to make so little money to qualify that you’re basically reduced to eating Saltines alone with no electricity in your $500/month luxury apartment. All in all, unless you are an actual working artist, it’s nothing to be jealous of.
Is there a version of a movie theater that is “full-service”? Like maybe Nitehawk and that’s it? Every movie theater I’ve ever been to apart from that one is self-service, therefore fast-food rules would apply.
I have to ask, are you Mallory Ortberg? Or just an internet cat?