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Investigative Discovery TV: The Comfort of Nonstop Murder
I heard about the Investigative Discovery channel when ads began touting a new Jodi Arias series. I will never have enough Jodi Arias, and I’m not alone in this. Jodi brings it, every time. As you may know, I am … Continue reading
Armchair Psychology
Once upon a time, people used to accuse other people of being anal retentive, or just “anal.” You could also get a reaction by calling people “neurotic.” Remember “nymphomaniac?” That was a word used to shame girls who liked sex, … Continue reading
Move Aside, Proust: The Ex-Wife Speaks
When I’m feeling particularly miserable and powerless, I check to see if the Ex-Wife has written a new column in her neighborhood paper. It never makes me feel better, but I am often rewarded by my favorite tropes, like references … Continue reading
Do You See What I See?
When I first saw the picture above, I saw a guy about to jump. I still see that, but I’m aware that it’s just an ad for some new Nike’s. My brain is not good, or let’s say it’s not … Continue reading
Thanksgiving Epiphanies
First, let me assure you that this won’t be about stuff I’m thankful for. Although on Thanksgiving, I actually announced that I’m thankful for not being a dwarf. No offense to the dwarf community. Otherwise no, not thankful, I’m too … Continue reading
Poor Little Bear
I have been too sad lately. Too sad to stay awake and too sad to live. It comes and goes. When it doesn’t go, I get worried and even more despondent. It’s something to do with my genes and my … Continue reading
Weekend Hatefest
I’ll start with the word ‘pant’ in the picture above. Why can’t they use ‘pants’? The singular ‘pant’ is so grating, like ‘a red lip,’ which we all hate so robustly. I’m really struggling with existence. I’m looking for relief … Continue reading
First World Problems
Let me start by telling you how mad I am that I can’t have a pair of limited edition Converse sneakers with little lions on them. I wish I’d never seen these fucking shoes but unfortunately for me, I subscribe … Continue reading
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Happy As A Werewolf
Earlier this month, I came across a story about a family in Nepal who suffer from a genetic disorder known as Congenital Hypertrichosis Lanuginosa (CHL). It causes excessive body hair growth and is sometimes referred to as “werewolf syndrome.” The … Continue reading