THIS IS A MR. SHOW REFERENCE, NO??? Because the Rev. Winton Dupree was very formative in my general upbringing. "What is up Satan's ass?"
TUBBS IS LIVING HIS BEST LIFE
I just collected all the cats this week as well! Peaches and Saint Purrtrick were my holdouts and I got them both on Sunday when I finally bought and put out the kotatsu. I started screaming when I saw them. I downloaded the game in Japan at the end of December while I was waiting in line for rides at Tokyo Disneyland and I saw other people playing it. It's so calming! I am, however, pro-Tubbs, and I am really fond of Spooky for some reason. He was the first cat that I saw doing the new faceplant pose they started doing with the latest update.
HA! I made my spouse take it, he got Slytherin, and I accused him of cheating to get that outcome. He swore he didn't but added, "Wouldn't that make me even MORE Slytherin?" and I had to concede.
I'm not Jewish nor am I a mother but I reached the end of this piece and found myself crying because so much of it resonated — the post-wedding heightened senses, the general mind-body disconnect that can happen even as I try to "reason away" the emotions I experience. I really appreciated reading this.
Oh my god, someone else has dreamed of giving birth to a vegetable. Thank you for yet another lovely "I'm not alone!" moment on The Toast.
OH GOSH I was given jelly beans and a similar (if not identical) jelly bean prayer in the days leading up to Easter during my time at Catholic school. They didn't spring for fancy $10 tins, of course, we were just given lowly plastic baggies with a handful of jelly beans in each and a photocopied prayer. And now I am remembering all the other ridiculous things we did during Lent at Catholic school, oh dear, THE MEMORIES
My parents are so similar in so many ways, and there are so many things they ignore that I would like to talk to them about. But every time I've tried to push them, it seems the willful ignorance is hiding harsh judgment and nonacceptance and anger, so I've stopped the pushing, mostly. I want them so badly to get past the flinching stage, but I'm not sure if the acceptance will be there. This was a brave and inspiring story that I think I needed to hear. Thank you so much for sharing.
I'm one of those much-maligned childless adults who goes to Walt Disney World at least two times a year, sometimes alone. When I was a kid, my sister and I rode it simply because it was one of the only rides in World Showcase. When I started revisiting the parks as an adult, I was drawn to Maelstrom pretty much more than every other attraction. It was an amazing mix of whimsy and confusion and thrill and kitsch and that delicious stagnant water smell. I found myself mesmerized by "The Spirit of Norway," the movie that, yes, I had always skipped to get to the gift shop faster. The 1980s computer! The shoulder pads! The blondeness! The vikings!!! It became my fear that Disney would dismantle "The Spirit of Norway" film to update it. I couldn't've conceived that Maelstrom would be going too. I cried actual tears when I heard it was closing.
"Norvay's spirit has alvays been — vil alvays be — adventure!"
Ugh. Yes. Yes. Thank you for writing this.
I too am a runner in a big city, a city that gets impossibly hot and humid in the summer and I have to run early or late to avoid the sun as much as possible, usually only in a sports bra and shorts to keep from feeling like I might pass out. My fiancé and friends tell me I should wear more clothes during these times because otherwise they "worry too much about me." Sometimes I do, despite how uncomfortable this makes me feel, both physically and emotionally.
I ignore the harassers. I hate that I ignore them but I am too afraid to say anything back. I hate it so much.
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