I think there’s a difference between “hey we’re having a potluck” for a street party, or a group of friends who get together regularly, or some other informal event. But I’ve run into way too many people who believe that “throwing a party” is getting everyone else to bring the food and drink and somehow that’s hosting…

it’s all of the world building on shows; costuming, set design, lighting, props. It’s fundamental. 

washing your chicken is a good way to spread salmonella all the way around your kitchen. 

I got my six month review yesterday and in it it included comments from my coworkers that my doing well makes them feel like they’re not doing as well and “tips” on how to ask them questions about work so that I don’t seem as “harsh and aggressive, but genuinely inquisitive.” Have I mentioned that I’m a remote worker…

and “yolk” not “yoke”
rip, copyeditors. 

this is wonderful. 

A read is something that is factually correct. The above scenario is a fantasy and while plausible, has never happened. 

it helps that it was written by Carole King. 

i love it when reality shows put a *ding* when a person says something so very stupid and this one did not disappoint. 

it makes them feel “badly?” oh boy. 

SUPERLATIVES NEED NO MODIFIERS (my dad says “very unique” and it makes me insane)

I’d say 20 years. Something set in the 1990s is going to have totally different geo-political, technology, and fashion implications than something current. 

your rants are a thing of perfection. I think you and Jon Lovett should team up and just kvetch about shit and I will be your first customer. 

I have two aunts and every time I get in either of their cars it’s either “smooth jazz” or respectability politics black preachers on some nonsense. I can’t even. I’d rather ride public transportation when I go to their town. 

i had a mom who limited my time with my father when I was a child and I reached out when I got older and he would go on and on about how she was the worst and how she kept me away from him and finally I had to say “I lived with her all of those years, you didn’t, so your relationship with me is up to you now.” It was…

they live so far in the uncanny valley I can’t believe that they’re not just computer hosts on a tevee show. 

Please don’t malign Melissa McCarthy this way. 

my great aunt would put chopped up dried apricots and prunes in hers. Sounds weird, but so delicious. And you want to talk about being lactose intolerant; be black and Jewish. ugh. 

it’s one of those things you eat once in a while. Preferably while homesick and crying about your dead granny. What, only me?

That show was such trashy goodness. Remember when the woman would tan her baby to try to pass it off as a mixed race child? Classic.