Today my #unbridled female rage is sponsored by the fact that George Clooney gets to continue to look hotter than donut grease with every passing year while I am forced to look as if I’ve consumed nothing BUT donut grease because that’s just how this works apparently.

It’s delighted me to no end that people who opposed DEI and celebrated its demise are now getting their little feelings hurt because they feel left out by the [checks notes] Super Bowl Halftime Show.
One (of many) comments I read last night was that it lacked inclusiveness. You don’t say!

Is #Stevefrombluesclues on here yet? We really need Steve from Blues Clues to check up on us and tell us we’re doing great and then *maybe* it’ll relieve a tiny bit of this impending doom feeling that I just can’t shake.

I don’t have a problem with a bishop praying for mercy and compassion for segments of marginalized- and very scared- people and you don’t have a problem with a freaking Nazi rallying the troops with a salute/dogwhistle/battle cry. We are not the same.

I was talking with a lifelong friend on Saturday about movies and I mistakenly referred to the first onscreen Willy Wonka as Gene Hackman not Wilder and I didn’t realize my error until much, much later. I am horrified to think that this person now thinks I can’t tell my Genes apart.

Is there a club for loathing Fanny Dashwood because I would be the president of that club.

I hated the second season of SMASH almost as much as I loved the first season of SMASH. There, I said it.

Just so you know, marriage means having to listen to the same person chew at every meal you share together and you are not allowed to hit them over the head with anything and also I’m pretty sure that is why old people keep the tv on full volume 24 hours a day.

Thanksgiving birthday means wine and #olivefingers. No exceptions.

What do you mean it was Wicked PART ONE?!?

I just sneezed 11 times in a row and no one said bless you but also I did not pee my pants so it’s fine I guess.

Happy Sit At Your Desk on a Rainy Day and Listen to #theCure Songs of a Lost World Livestream on the YouTubes Day to all who celebrate!

Soup season amirite

One time when I was 7, I wrote a deeply felt fan letter to @markhamillofficial.bsky.social and I got back a form letter and that’s how I learned my first lesson about expectations and heartbreak. To be fair, I did ask him to tell Han Solo that I had a crush on him so maybe that’s on me.

You guys. Someone at my office just handed me some unsealed envelopes and said, “I didn’t lick them, that’s gross” and I did NOT respond with THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID. It’s like I don’t even know me anymore.

I just think it’s weird that people who voted for the most vile, hateful man are now lecturing about “choosing kindness” and “giving each other grace.” No thanks.

Ok but here’s my other dog

Hey do you guys wanna see a picture of my dog?

Hi, I’m new here.