...is this thing on? Anyway, I started a substack. Subscribe if you're feeling so inclined.

For my first post, I tackled the newly-infamous Princess Treatment lady:
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My next-door neighbors bought a cyber truck and idk, I feel like I deserve some sort of compensation for having to look at it every day

I’ve decided in 2025 I shan’t be taking book recs from people who prefer first person

My husband fills my stocking every year no less than 1 week before Christmas. Who are these men who leave their wives’ stockings EMPTY?! Why are women putting up with this?!

How I know I’ve won at parenting in some way: My 9yo is watching Hoarders with me (win #1) and goes, “It feels weird to say a man is right, but that many IS actually right” about the therapist lololol

I need people to stop with the “Wicked easter eggs” nonsense. They’re not Easter eggs. It’s media literacy. Congrats on realizing you understand how movies work.

During the past week: husband suffered grand mal seizure (I will never call it a tonic clinic, sorry), my (estranged) grandmother died, and someone hit my car in the parking lot of my kid’s orthodontist’s office.

I think we’re all set, universe! You can forget about us for awhile!

Shoutout to my fellow laid off writers and editors who are also rapidly losing the will to live every time they sign on to LinkedIn.

I’m not quote posting Frum but the important thing to realize about everyone telling you that you have to seek out and engage with people you fundamentally disagree with is: no you don’t

that’s not your job, that’s not your responsibility as a human, you can just… not