@Mr. B I clicked play because, hey, Tegan and Sara! Don't make the same mistake I did.
I clicked through to this page just to give you guys the penny or whatever of ad revenue, but no way in hell am I clicking that play button. Thanks Balk!
lovely advice, as usual.
reading this poor woman's story, recoiling from the character of this terrible man person, and then remembering all the awful men i used to date who were exactly the same... geeze. i can't believe it took me so long to figure it out.
and i wish we didn't live in a world where from the time we are born we're encouraged to look for a prince to sweep us off our feet, and not to care about ourselves first and then, if inclined, look for someone who will care about us, too.
Great advice, as usual, Heather. One more word, though, about how at some point in your life (and I think it's usually your 20s, although leaked into my 30s for me), all guys seem like some variation of this guy. That may feel true -- but it's not. There are normal, nice guys (and women) all around but they are often not as charismatic or intense as this guy. They will not tell you they love you after meeting you, they will not heap adoration upon you, you may not get swept off your feet. And the reason why is that those things -- those things that feel so good -- are usually markers of crazy. Every single time I got swept off my feet, I got dumped on my head. When you get back into the dating pool, LW, look for slow and steady, girl.
Almost this entire scenario was on television last night, in a movie called "X and Y and Zee." The big difference being that if the woman letter writer had been in that movie, she would be going to wild parties that occurred in the actual Sixties/Seventies Time of Kuhlness, instead of now. And in the end, (Spoiler Alert) she would get hit on by Elizabeth Taylor! Anyway this woman has my sympathy. I don't think too many women out there haven't done time with such an emotional vampire. The culture seems to breed them, and Buffy is never round when she is needed to slay them the most.
I've... seen things you people wouldn't believe... Dust bunnies piled high under the dresser of your son. I swept mouse droppings in the dark under the basement refrigerator. All those... chores... will be left for humanity, like tears... in... rain. Time... to die.
wait, what about dexter, can we talk about dexter, because what the fuck, dexter
I can taste the freezer burn just from looking at that picture.
Might this campaign itself be a work of performance art?
While I am one of those reactionaries who find performance art flawed in its premises, I have to wonder if such vitality as it possesses can survive institutionalization.
Check your misspelling of her name in post header.