titania126
titania126
titania126

Yeah I guess...that’s kind of what I was talking about. Sometimes I don’t WANT to eat lasagna every day for a week. And my waistline, in an effort to remain attractive to teh menz so I eventually have someone to cook with, cannot actually afford to consume lasagna every day for a week. Most foods that are made in

I make my own cookie dough at home and freeze it into little balls or tubes so I can replicate the Pillsbury experience but with better quality ingredients. About 5% of my total output ever makes it to the oven.

This is the headline I’ve been hoping to read for this story all day.

Girl, please. I work in magazine publishing in New York City. There is NOTHING I don’t know about job instability. I’ve lost my job a half a dozen times in the last 10 years, with magazine closings, layoffs, etc. There’s an entire six months of living expenses (and I do mean LIVING: including some money to enjoy life,

I actually cook quite a lot, and I DO know how to do that. What I find frustrating is that it’s often incompatible with my lifestyle, as pointed out above. For example, Sunday morning, I bought a head of broccoli and two chicken breasts, with big plans for starting this week:

I don’t know anything about calculus or trig either, but cooking is pretty easy. Choose substance, apply heat, etc.

Thats actually so awesome that she acknowledged why this is harder as a single person. In addition to not necessarily wanting to eat the same thing six meals in a row if I cook in any quantity, I’m facing the reality that my dinner plans often change last minute, and that drinks are one of the few non-app-based

No, I mean, that’s how I define it, technically. I just wouldn’t apply it here, since to me “ghosting” implies the kind of context where you have the moral option to ghost, i.e. something casual. He abandoned his family and potentially traumatized his children, and I don’t want to let him off the hook for it by using

I guess? But nah, I don’t think so. As a single woman who is actively dating, and has frequently been ghosted, I would not say any of those guys who said they’d call and didn’t are on the order of a man who abandoned his 3 kids and his partner of nearly a decade without a word. Maybe we need a new word for Disick, but

Sort of. Except “ghosting” on the person you live with and have 3 children with isn’t really like, “ghosting” so much as “walking out the door leaving reams of psychological issues behind you, as opposed to just emotionally confusing one adult.” So I would actually say no, not ghosting. Just regular asshole-ing.

By the time I got up this morning, this is where the counter was on this post. So I’m proud to be an American because in my travels all over the world, the ability of Americans to delight in ridiculous things like this as if we were children is actually quite likable, as it turns out.

As they tell you in journalism school, “allegedly” (that specific adverb) protects you from exactly nothing as a news organization. It’s a word that’s been so widely misused that it’s become common parlance, but everyone who has responded to you so far has been wrong. If you print, “Allegedly, Bob Jones molested 25

Ahem, no propensity for WHAT? When I was 16 and my boyfriend asked to try anal, I told him that he could but only if he bought me a dildo and let me do it to him first. I was super into Dan Savage and had been reading his column for years already; being tied up and spanked was well in the rearview mirror by that time.

I think we definitely are putting a little too much emphasis on this act of telling like it’s the make-or-break decision. There are lots of things that parents do along the way that affect how information like that hits. My cousins, for instance, have known from the time they were little that they have a few million

My dad let me buy him dinner on his birthday for the very first time a few months ago, after reminding him that I’ve finally worked my way up to a salary that he can accept as sufficient. It was kind of a great moment for me. My mom is still holding out, though.

It was something we talked about a fair bit, actually. I forget that it’s not immediately obvious to everyone that being the child of Jewish lawyers from NYC means that you’re almost always the grandchild of a bunch of Marxist union activists—social justice was never NOT a conversation in our house. In terms of

I actually ordered one shortly after writing this, after thinking about it for a moment and realizing that as a 30 year old woman with no dependents and a more-than-sufficient income for my lifestyle, I can just go ahead and BUY ONE ALREADY. It cost $6.

No joke, I actually just ordered one on Amazon just now after writing that comment. TREAT YO’SELF. Although actually I have come to respect my mother’s hatred of single-function kitchen accessories, which is the actual reason we didn’t own one.

Let us never forget it’s STEPHENIE Meyer. Not Stephanie.

Yeah, it’s going to be weird. But growing up is weird for everyone. All of your daughters’ friends are going to have a thing sooner or later, and the sooner you teach your kid that all the money in the world doesn’t insulate you from the really bad stuff, the sooner she’ll start to understand the relative value of