My bountiful admiration for Jane Mayer has just increased 100 fold.
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They are not the one doing most of the parenting.
Or ending up on the Supreme Court.
Let’s not forget that Clarence Thomas referred to his hearing as a “high-tech lynching.”
No, but I saw a dude jerking off on the subway, tho! Thirty-something guy in a nice summer suit and with an attache case on his lap. Pulled his dick right out of his pants and went to town underneath the attache. Love you, NYC!
Her bedside manner is top notch. I’m always impressed by her quiet restraint when something unexpectedly squirts/flows/explodes from an incision, while I’m screaming “holy shit!”
I love her. And I am amazed by the number of people with all these odd-ball growths that are coming out of the woodwork to find salvation at her hands.
The pops, the squeezes, the slicing off of the nose growths -- all give me great satisfaction in this age of great anxiety. Now if she could just squeeze that big blob…
Right? He really thinks it’s “S and L?” All the best brains and all the best words in that family.
Isn’t Ivanka his beard?
First #metoo moment?
I appreciate a Reddit curator! Who has the time to pore through that universe?
This was my exhausting life as well — will add that the list gets even long er when it’s time to visit and apply to colleges, maneuver that goddamned FAFSA website for financial aid, and be emotionally supportive through a process that is essentially the apex (nadir?) of the whole child rearing experience.
My husband…
Living through the Great Depression definitely had an impact.
As someone who recently had to “tidy up” my 89-year old mother’s 2 bedroom home when she passed last year, I urge everyone to tidy up their own shit now and not leave the task to your kids.
Came here to say exactly this!
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Watch the doc instead.
One of the first skills my Jamaican husband taught our two American-born little girls, once they started visiting the island regularly, was to climb straight up a palm tree, and tap the coconuts. No machines, no ropes, just gripping the trunk with their bare feet and hoisting themselves up in spurts.
awww, grandpa! I’m a middle-aged white lady and I thought this was the most entertaining read I’ve had today!
Also, she’s not so much a Becky as, perhaps, a “Beckskaya.”
Get that dick, Laysan!
Dylan didn’t stop with music - his “art” career seems founded on the works of others as well.