All I know is that one time when I was 14, I was being a total bitch to my mother as we were walking down Oxford St in London. Instead of getting cross and telling me I was being an asshole, my mother (a creature of mirth and magic and farts) proceeded to drop her shopping bags and began to perform a jig. It was a…

Yeah I can TOTALLY see that. I’m sorry you had issues like that with your mom :( I hope things are going better for you

yeah I’m inclined to give the daughter’s version of events some credit because Rosie has always reminded me a little of my mom, who was a very problematic parent. Also, speaking about your kid’s mental health issues in public doesn’t strike me as the height of great parenting, it strikes me as histrionics from someone…

Let’s stamp a big red NOPE on that. You probably know far more people than you realize who have been in treatment (1 in 4 will deal with issues within their lifetime). Try asking one of them whether their viewpoint is therefore worthless.

None of her accusations struck me as too outrageous. Rosie should have hid her pot habit a little better.

True, but, man, is her narrative coherent and believable.

In my experience anything related to your baby making bits (outside of actual sexy time) are prime discussion material for anyone once you reach a certain age.

I heard the report on NPR this morning. There were a few people saying that this kind of testing should be routine and discussion of fertility should come up at every annual doctor visit. The counterpoint was that it isn’t totally reliable. It would have been nice to have another voice pointing out that another reason…

never saw Die Hard/am not afraid of heights

The best thing about Jez lately is how progressively grumpy Madeleine Davies has been getting. I love it.

This is everything I was feeling about this fancy inconsiderate man and I feel good and right and vindicated for not wanting to see it and for scoffing in JGL’s accessibly attractive but nonetheless intimidatingly charming face. Get out of here with your French accent and your pensive, imploring gaze. I want nothing…

Whod’a thunk this one would turn out to be the handsome one?

My brother has the BIGGEST thing for ginger men. They don't really do it for me. Harry's pretty cute but I'm turned off by the constant red pink face

I fucking love me a sexy ginger man.

I am completely skeptical about that part. (I don’t believe her lying eyes.)

What type of psychologist does that?! Holy shit.

I CRIED, next to Lupita’s speech at the Oscars I feel so validated and represented. I’m glad I get to grow up with all these woc as role models. Viola is the reason I keep growing out my natural hair.

They put two mattresses next to each other. And use two sets of sheets and blankets. This is bullshit. This is not even anything. Fuck these people.

this is my dream, sans cats