That’s where I’m at. I moved back home after my divorce about 8 years ago and it’s been really nice. My mom and I have always been really close, and it’s nice to spend more time together as we get older. I’d rather pay rent to her and help with the bills than pay a landlord, too.

Thank god for that. Imagine the horror of human babies just clawing their way out when they were ready.

I tried to rewatch John Tucker Must Die as something to have on in the background the other night, and wooow did that not hold up. I only made it to where they give him estrogen (which is insane and terrible) and he starts acting like a stereotypical “girl on her period” before I bailed. So many of the movies targeted at teenagers and young adults in that era are so bad. They went all in on punching down, and the amount of rape and sexual assault is wild in retrospect.

I leave the whole thing set up in the guest room so I don’t have to mess with it, and I’m a woman, so most of my dressier tops are less complicated than a men’s button-down. I plug it in, wash my face, and it’s ready to go, and it really is only about 2 minutes to actually iron. Maybe twice that if it’s a particularly finicky fabric (which I’m slowly eliminating from my wardrobe).

Man, I iron all the time. I’m not like, ironing underwear like a crazy person, but I have a lot of shirts that would be straight up unacceptable to wear to work without it. It takes like 2 minutes.

I was ready to be insulted, but then I remembered that I bought a whole ass Steam Deck and I’ve pretty much used it as a Binding of Isaac machine.

Not necessarily. I’ve beat several thousand levels of a similar game (because I’ve trained my brain that playing it means it’s sleep time and now it knocks me out) and haven’t spent a dime.

No, they’re sweatpants, just with a slimmer fit and tapered legs so they’re a little nicer looking.

It’s definitely way less work. If you get hired for an hour, you’re pretty much expected to be fully engaged in, if not sex, then at least being entertaining in some way. With the type of sex work she did, she was never getting paid for time spent sleeping or eating (and definitely not hanging out and shopping), unless that was someone’s kink, I guess. I had a series of sugar daddies in my early 20s, and don’t let anyone tell you that’s not sex work, and I definitely made less per hour than a more traditional prostitute, but I also put in a lot less energy. Plus, it came with a lot more perks.

I wear a lot of cargo joggers, which are really the best of both worlds. 10/10. I usually have to buy them in men’s because of the eternal struggle for pockets, but it’s worth it.

There are a few companions in Mass Effect that seem to inspire a way stronger reaction from other fans and I don’t totally get it. Like, I like Thane, and I’m sad about what happens to him, but some people are SO into him and I don’t get it. I also love Tali and restarted my first nearly complete playthrough when I realized I couldn’t save her and Legion, but there are fans who are full on obsessed. Then again, my love for Garrus can’t be contained, so I’m sure some people don’t get that.

At least we can all agree that Ashley and Kaiden are the worst, right?

Somewhere, Brennan Lee Mulligan is crying and he doesn’t know why.

I’d wait a couple of years and talk my ex-husband into keeping our house and renting it instead of selling it when we split up. It made sense at the time, since selling it was the fastest way to pay off all of our mutual debt (and most of our individual debt, too) and make it an easy split, but if we’d waited a few years, we would’ve made a solid 6 figure profit. I have no desire to be a landlord and mostly I’m glad we sold it to a nice family for what was still an affordable amount, but it would’ve been the only way I could ever afford to buy anything else on a single income, and it would’ve set him and his new wife up a lot better. I kind of hate the idea morally, but from a purely pragmatic view, it would’ve made sense.

If that doesn’t feel wrong in your brain, I can’t explain it.

My car works perfectly with multiples of 5, so I prefer that. But you guys wanna hear something really fucking sick? I played a game where the volume would increase with DECIMAL POINTS. And it was borderline impossible to get to a whole number. It was always 8.17 or something. The devs were clearly some kind sociopath. Anyway, I noticed in the last update they changed it to whole numbers, so apparently enough people explained that that sort of thing is just insanity.

Many years ago, I worked in a call center. I was sitting with someone who was new helping them take calls and both of our headsets were plugged into the phone. The trainee was helping a store employee and she was just being awful to him. While she went to get something from the customer, I muted the line and said, “God, what a bitch!” except my finger was hovering over the button and I hit it just in time for her to hear me say bitch. I fully panicked and hung up on her. Nobody ever said anything to either of us and this was back when landlines would occasionally cross, so hopefully she thought that’s what happened since she hadn’t heard my voice up until then.

Anyway, I’m pretty sure that’s the origin of why I still don’t trust mute or hold to this day. I’m not talking shit until I know that call is disconnected.

Same. I stopped eating meat in the mid 90s, was pescatarian until 2019, and have been vegan since. I don’t miss meat at all. I’ll eat an impossible or a beyond burger occasionally because it’s sometimes my only option, but I could just as easily skip them.

I wouldn’t judge anyone else for eating lab meat, though. I don’t have any moral issue with it, it just isn’t something I’m personally interested in.

The kind that has a vested interest in an ignorant populace.

Oh I’m the opposite - I’m not a very good cook because I don’t enjoy doing it. I’m pretty good with flavors because I’m not afraid of seasonings, but my knife skills are bordering on Worst Cook in America levels. The abuse I have wrought upon poor, innocent, delicious onions is a crime.

Also, if you like the fried onions, have you seen the jalapeno version? So good. I’ve started putting them on everything.

I’m the worst about this. My mom and I will try a new restaurant and I’ll be talking about “oh this needs acid, that’s the perfect amount of heat, blah blah.” Meanwhile, I’m over here “cooking” noodles with a pile of kimchi every other day because that’s all I ever have in the fridge.