This was my dad’s argument... he met a nice woman two months after my parents’ divorce and they got engaged eight months later. I gave him a parent-style lecture about waiting to see if you’re sure and he was like “I’m almost 60. I know what I know by now.” And he was right, they remain super happy almost 6 years on.

So the man who is going to meet with the dictator who kills his citizens on the reg for faults like journalism... cannot find the car when it is the only car on the tarmac. Fucking great.

It sounds like the mom is kind of traumatized by her experience though... and I don’t have kids, but I’ve witnessed friends right after they have a baby, and mommy brain is kind of a thing. I can empathize with this woman going full on against what she experienced as a major harming influence in her life from…

If you’re ever in Brooklyn go to Dub Pies in Windsor Terrace! They got me through my meat pie withdrawal period after living in New Zealand.

There was a novel about A.E — I think it was called “I Was Amelia Earheart” and it talks about the whole castaway theory. I don’t know if it holds up but when I was 14 I thought it was pretty good.

Well and also just — it can be hard to find out what happens next. My grandparents were both immigrants with a middle-school level education. My mom eventually got her degree but she didn’t know how to do it, despite coming from a loving home. They had no background in how the whole system works. She was lucky that…

My bf groans at the decibel level of a truck when he wakes up every morning. And he gets up significantly earlier than me. Arrrrrgh

Yeah my friend’s boyfriend is capital O obsessed and I cannot figure it out. On a recent visit we listened to her greatest hits album and it was pretty cringeworthy. But I really like her as a persona and am so happy that she’s healthy now, so there’s that. Plus Madonna’s not much better.

OK, 1561 people died in traffic accidents in Georgia last year. Where’s the swooping in with the public transit assistance?

I had a job once managing communications for an Eastern European-based company that was trying to launch in the US. They were furious at me that I couldn’t replicate the viral success of the then-topical Jimmy Kimmel fake video where the girl tries to twerk and catches herself on fire.

In my early 20s I met a girl who’d just moved from growing up in SLC. She was great but it was really funny to see the things that she thought where just shocking and avant garde about herself. It was always like three shades from beige on the shocking scale. But it wasn’t her fault, she was definitely more shocking…

I took a tour of the Salt Lake Temple several years back. All 3 women who were guiding me and my friend were not white and from various parts of the world and they kept telling us how diverse the membership was. Then we got to the pictures of the prophets or the board of directors or... I can’t remember what they’re…

Having recently moved to the area where Cherokee lived (post being pushed out up North, pre Trail of Tears) — I’ve learned a lot about that particular situation from historic sites around here. I think part of the reason people claim that background specifically is that it’s one of the most plausible. The Cherokee…

To be fair, it’s not just Catholicism — although visiting the Vatican makes it feel that way — I recently learned that a coworker tithes to her some kind of mega-church, and that’s why she never donates directly to any charities. She just trusts that the church will use her money to make the world better.

Still no food trucks and you have to bring your own water! Plus picking up every piece of MOOP after the fact... It may not be what it was but it’s still pretty different.

Only Burning Man, which is weird enough to value it.

Coke?

Well and also by your 30s you’ve seen a few divorces, and if you’re a woman have heard from a few friends just how extremely awful pregnancy and giving birth can be... it definitely tips the scales a bit towards “maybe I’ll just travel a lot with that money.”

It does seem to mellow with age. In my 20's it was all, “How can I get along better with people?!” Now I’m kind of settled into “I’m an acquired taste, folks.” I look forward to being a cantankerous granny in her eighties, should I be so lucky.

I’m mid-30s and on year 4 with my guy and 1/3 the time utterly annoyed. I wish there were textbooks for this stuff because I would devour some “Are We in a Comfortable Cohabitation Stage or Am I Sick of You?”