49. Go hug yourself

December 10, 2017

Photo by Lauren Zaser / BuzzFeed

Photo: Lauren Zaser / BuzzFeed

This week got off to a fiery ragey start with an article about men who are apparently CONFUSED by all these new RULES about how to treat women. (That link is to my whole furious thread about it, btw.) And then it continued. But on a more positive note, I’ve got cozy flannel sheets on my bed and beef stew simmering on the stove, and my practical gift guide was the top post on all of BuzzFeed last week!

Here’s what else I was up to…


I finished We’re Going to Need More Wine and am so sad it’s over! (I bought the Kindle book with Whispersync and ended up listening to all of it — def recommend the audiobook because she reads it herself!) It was so, so good and I really want everyone to read it.

Black Mothers Keep Dying After Giving Birth. Shalon Irving’s Story Explains Why, NPR. This is a tough story to read, but read it anyway.

So You Married Your Flirty Boss, The National Review. This is a response to a terrible article from earlier this week and it’s so even, so good, so thoughtful…it’s truly a master class in takedowns, but it’s also just fantastic in its own right.

Cat Person, The New Yorker. (Short story. Oh also, here are some of the ways men are reacting to it.)

Terry Crews: ‘Men Need to Hold Other Men Accountable’, TIME. “I was really angry because these women were being discounted. These women were being discarded. Their pain was just—it was nothing. I wanted to join in. I wanted to say something. I wanted to support. But I did have to let these women know they weren’t alone. And that I understood. My whole mission was to give them strength. Don’t accept the shame that people are giving you. Because that’s what it was. They were being shamed. They were being victimized again. I just couldn’t stand for it.” (Related: What About Your Friends? Why Hollywood’s Abandonment Of Terry Crews Is Unacceptable.)

We’re Going to Need More Gabrielle Union, The New York Times.

Al Franken isn’t being denied due process. None of these famous men are., The Washington Post. “But the courts aren’t where our national conversation is taking place, so let’s not dither about the dangers of proclaiming guilt or innocence. The standards of evidence necessary to decide you don’t want to go see someone’s movie, or laugh at his jokes, or watch him read the news while you get dressed, or elect him to the Senate are not the same as the ones required to put such men in prison.”

How We Eclipse Women’s Literary Brilliance With ‘Scandal’, Jezebel. “Artists and writers who are not white men continually have to fight back against a public obsession with their personal lives, a desire to link those lives with their work as a way of diminishing their talent.”

After Trent Franks, men worry if asking subordinates to bear their child is still okay, The Washington Post. “Some have lost their jobs for grotesque activity spanning decades, others for a simple query such as, ‘Okay, Rhonda, how MUCH money for me to rent your womb?’ or, ‘What do you mean, you do not want a box of dildos?’ It is those latter cases that have men sweating at their desks. Will they lose their jobs? Should they have offered money for sex instead? Or asked a male colleague to bear their offspring?”

What the World Gets Wrong About My Quadriplegic Husband and Me, Catapult.

The Life-Changing Magic of Overpriced Candles, Quartzy. “When you give someone a candle, you’re passing along the gift of ritual. Striking a match and lighting a tiny, pleasant fire in your home means committing to the idea that everyday life can be an occasion worth celebrating.”

Layers of Deceit: Why do recipe writers lie and lie and lie about how long it takes to caramelize onions?, Slate. This is 100% true — it takes 45 minutes!

Why Socks Are Actually the Perfect Christmas Gift, MEL Magazine.

Dear 24- to 45-Year-Old White People Who Live in Urban Spaces: Why Don’t You Put Curtains and Blinds on Your Windows?, VSB. “And then, when walking or driving past this complex one evening, you notice that you can see clearly into every apartment. You can stand on the sidewalk and watch them watching Stranger Things and applying nipple tape for their post-dawn runs. You can read their lips while they’re having aggravating and self-aggrandizing conversations where words like “disrupt” are used frequently and unironically. You can almost smell the pesto and the privilege. It’s their most prominent aesthetic.”

I Think About This a Lot: When Kimberly Shaw Ripped Off Her Wig on Melrose Place, The Cut.

I Rebuke Your Bullcrap Marshmallow Roasting Tactics In The Strongest Possible Terms, Deadspin. This is the most extra thing ever and I love it.

Also, here’s this week’s TWIM.

The week ahead…

Retrograde season.

48. Whew

December 3, 2017

Image: Rifle Paper Co

This week, I felt like I finally exhaled after two years of not knowing that I was holding my breath.

As I was publishing my post last week, I was bracing for the worst, but my best-case scenario was something pretty quiet/neutral. I wasn’t totally sure what to expect, but I guess I just didn’t…really…expect…much…response? (I don’t know…I’ve never shared terrible news on the internet before!!!) I was definitely not expecting to be showered with heart emojis and so much support and kindness by coworkers, Internet friends, and total strangers all week. (Seriously, at one point on Sunday night, my entire iMessage list was just a bunch of red hearts.) It actually reminded me of the moment at my wedding during the processional when I walked in and everyone in attendance stood up and I was totally taken aback and moved by it even though, like, of course that’s a thing people do at weddings when they see the bride. I don’t know why I didn’t see it coming, then or now. But in any case, there’s something about seeing a group of people stand up for you in a significant moment in your life that is incredibly powerful and deeply moving. So just…thank you so much. I really, really appreciate it. 

Here’s what else I was up to this week.


The Peace Of A Puzzle

19 Puzzles That’ll Give You Something To Do Now That It’s Getting Dark At 4:30 PM

21 Little Ways To Make Your Home Less Of A Death Trap

7 Little Ways To Upgrade Your Life This Month


I’m still reading Gabrielle Union’s memoir which is amazing and I want everyone to read it! Also:

I’m Not Ready for the Redemption of Men, The New York Times. “Redemption must be preceded by atonement. It is earned, not offered. If you want amends, you have to make them.”

Your Happiness Is Built With the Little Things, Lifehacker. “Wake up each day ready to take those small steps toward your happiness, and recognize that it will always be a work in progress. Take good actions, no matter how small; make beneficial choices, no matter how simple; and show gratitude for what you have, no matter how basic. In time, the small things will add up to a genuinely great thing.” I love this.

More Than 180 Women Have Reported Sexual Assaults at Massage Envy, BuzzFeed.

Nobody Wants to See your Dick — A Guide to Handling your Newfound Wealth and Influence, Chris Rosenthall on Medium.

Meghan & Harry’s perfect day, Lainey Gossip. Not gonna lie: waking up to a half-black 36-year-old divorcée getting engaged to a prince was exactly what I needed on Monday morning, and had me and everyone around me in a genuinely great mood all day. (See also: this.) I’m all-in on these two.

The Instant Pot Is Now an Entire Economy and Religion, Slate. “Is it possible to just casually admire the Instant Pot? Judging by the Facebook reviews, the answer is a steadfast nope. Of the 39,000-plus reviews of the 7-in-1 DUO Pressure Cooker from Instant Pot ($84.96 for the 6-quart model), 83 percent are five stars, and only a paltry 4 percent are one star. This may seem unremarkable, until you realize that Beyoncé’s Lemonade has an 82–6 ratio on the same metrics. Yes, the Instant Pot is more revered than Beyoncé.”

What I’ve Learned in 16 Years of Editing Glamour, Glamour. This made me cry.

The Men Who Cost Clinton the Election, The New York Times.

What it’s like to win the lottery as a woman, Washington Post.

The Most Fascinating Part of The Big Bang Theory Is How Bad Everyone Is at Fake-Eating, Vulture.

Banana thefts, peppers for potlucks, and other weird office food stories, Ask a Manager. This made me laugh so hard.

Prince Harry Engaged To Woman Who Will Never Love Him The Way 29-Year-Old Idahoan Graphic Designer Jennie Hoffman Does, The Onion.

Things to Do at Work Besides Showing Your Penis to Coworkers, McSweeney’s.

Also, here’s this week’s TWIM.


This sweet Christmas story (you’re gonna get teary, just FYI), Gabrielle Union on Death, Sex, and Money, and “Welcome to Hell.” Also this tweet.

Best life

After wanting this faux fur robe for more than a year, I finally got it on Black Friday on a mega sale and am loving it. (It’s not on a major discount anymore, but it is still on sale!)

Also this candle holder DIY is so pretty.

The week ahead…

Working on my newest project!

47. Thankfully

November 26, 2017

Photo by Lauren Zaser / BuzzFeed

Photo: Lauren Zaser / BuzzFeed

This week, my mom and brother came to visit me and we ate lasagna soup and did a bunch of shopping and finished this puzzle and saw Sponge Bob the Musical. Here’s what else I was up to….


23 Workplace Horror Stories That’ll Make You Say “WTAF?????”

Stop What You’re Doing And Look At This Kindergarten Class’s Thanksgiving Cookbook

23 Practical Gifts For People Who Are Hard To Shop For

And ICYMI: Here.


Introducing My Parents To My Boyfriend Meant Introducing Them To Me

Meet The Woman Who Has Been Saving Thanksgiving For The Past 33 Years


The Nationalist’s Delusion, The Atlantic.

After Trump, New York Magazine.

Anita Hill and her 1991 congressional defenders to Joe Biden: You were part of the problem, The Washington Post. “Hill: You didn’t read his full apology. He said, ‘I am sorry if she felt she didn’t get a fair hearing.’ That’s sort of an ‘I’m sorry if you were offended.'”

Caitlin Moran’s Posthumous Advice for Her Daughter, Films for Action. “The main thing is just to try to be nice. You already are – so lovely I burst, darling – and so I want you to hang on to that and never let it go. Keep slowly turning it up, like a dimmer switch, whenever you can. Just resolve to shine, constantly and steadily, like a warm lamp in the corner, and people will want to move towards you in order to feel happy, and to read things more clearly. You will be bright and constant in a world of dark and flux.”

The Last of the Iron Lungs, Gizmodo.

She Said A Powerful Congressman Harassed Her. Here’s Why You Didn’t Hear Her Story., BuzzFeed.

The Strange Task of Researching a Book About the Apocalypse in 2017, Vulture.

You Might Think You Hate Crowded Stores, but Science Says Otherwise, Racked.

Meet Ann Gregory, Who Shattered Racist and Sexist Barriers in the Golf World, Atlas Obscura. “In 1959, on a warm August evening in Bethesda, Maryland, Ann Moore Gregory ate a hamburger and went to bed. That night, every other player in the United States Golf Association Women’s Amateur tournament, which began the next day, was eating a traditional players’ dinner at the Congressional Country Club. But Gregory, the only African-American player in the tournament, had been barred from the clubhouse. So, she said later, she ate by herself. She was ‘happy as a lark. I didn’t feel bad. I didn’t. I just wanted to play golf, they were letting me play golf,’ she said. ‘So I got me a hamburger, and went to bed.’”

Here’s the deal with all those turkeys terrorizing the suburbs, The Washington Post.

16 Amazon Comments That Are Never Not Funny, BuzzFeed.

5 Controversial Things to Discuss at Thanksgiving Because Your Family is Black and None of You Voted for Trump, Reductress.

Also here is the latest edition of TWIM, a new link thread on Twitter I started last week.

The week ahead…

Putting up my Christmas tree!


November 26, 2017

you lucky, lucky girl
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea, a heart the size of Arizona,
but not nearly
so arid.

“Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell” by Marty McConnell

On Thanksgiving weekend 2014, Eric and I began our move to Brooklyn so I could take a job at BuzzFeed. After a whirlwind holiday weekend spent acquiring a new mattress and picking out a couch and buying two armchairs and a trash can, he flew back to Houston. (He hadn’t found a job here yet, and would stay in Texas with Indiana and the bulk of our stuff until he accepted an offer in NYC, which turned out to be three months later.) That Sunday night, I sat in the bare apartment, with Chuck and basically no stuff, alone and a little scared and a little sad and very uncertain about what our future here would look like.

Three years later, I am sitting in the same apartment. The couch Eric and I picked out that Black Friday arrived a week or so later and is beautiful, as are the two armchairs; I hate the trash can but haven’t bothered to replace it yet. There is a plenty of stuff here now — lamps and pots and pans and blankets and rugs and a dining room table and all of my books. And I am here with Chuck, alone and a little scared and pretty sad and very uncertain about what my future here will look like.

I’m sure if you asked Eric, he’d use cliches to describe what happened. And I wish I could honestly say “we grew apart” or “we made the decision to separate.” But the truth is, my marriage collapsed under the weight of an impossible-to-untangle knot of toxic masculinity and untreated mental illness. That collapse — which began with zero warning in late August 2015, two weeks after a truly perfect trip to Vermont for my thirtieth birthday, and officially ended in mid-October of this year — was deeply traumatic and utterly, breathtakingly surreal. The decision to end our marriage was not a mutual one; I had no say in the matter.

I know better than to ask the Internet for privacy. But what I do hope you will give me is time. Because this is a story that I am just not ready to tell in full publicly. I’ve actually been going back and forth for a long time about whether or not to write this post; I really wanted to hold off on saying anything until I could just tell the entire story. But I realized that it could be a while before I’m ready to do that, and, well…it just seemed like saying something was probably a necessary thing I should do. Doing it like this isn’t my first choice, but, well…none of this is my first choice.

If you are wondering why I didn’t say anything publicly sooner, it’s because my priorities for the past two years were my marriage and my husband; I was concerned that writing about the situation — which was incredibly sensitive and also super personal — could make things worse. So I was waiting until there was some sort of resolution, and I truly, truly didn’t expect it to go on for as long as it did. (Or…to end this way.) That said, it hasn’t really been a secret. All of my IRL friends and a large number of my coworkers know, and most have known since Day 1. I ultimately decided to give the Internet the same amount of me that I gave my acquaintances/the coworkers I’m not close to: I stopped talking about my personal life entirely and just kept things professional. I didn’t lie about it, or even try that hard to keep it a secret; I assumed people knew something was going on and I didn’t really care if they found out. (Also, to everyone who was curious but chose not to “casually” mention Eric or push me to talk about this before I was ready to: thank you. Truly.) I didn’t feel great about not talking about it openly, but I was in survival mode, and Eric’s well-being and my marriage were my biggest priorities. And all of this *gestures around* — figuring out what to say and how to say it, and dealing with people’s judgment both of me/Eric/my marriage and of how I’m choosing to talk (and not talk) about what happened to me — is exhausting. I just didn’t have room for it. 

If the fact that I wasn’t forthcoming with you makes you feel some kind of way, know that I barely even kept my mom updated with everything that was going on. Thinking about all of the terrible things that happened hurts. Talking about it hurts. Writing about it hurts. (Everything…just…hurts?) I just didn’t want to talk about it. I still don’t.

And on that note…if you are reading this and want to be nice/supportive but don’t know what to say or are worried about shit being awkward, know that I will truly not be hurt or offended if you don’t say anything at all. (And TBH, it’s better to say nothing at all than to say “everything happens for a reason,” IMHO.) As I’ve written before, sometimes the kindest thing you can do for people who are grieving is just give them space. That said, I’m not made of glass and don’t want or need to be treated like I am. So, whatever — if you do want to say something and aren’t sure what to say, here are a few solid options: I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve this. And, maybe the most important thing: I believe you. Or just send me a heart emoji! Like, whatever!!

As for how I’m doing, I’m…alive? Upright?? I no longer know how to accurately answer when people ask me how I’m doing. Is there an untranslatable German word that means, “I am fine but also my life/the world is falling apart, so I’m BAD, but I’m also like…functioning and here and…fine? I guess?” Because that is how I am. I am both OK and not OK. Like, I got promoted at my mid-year review and I published a book and I manage a team of incredibly wonderful people and I love my work. I have great friends and an amazing apartment and Chuck. But I am also incredibly angry and deeply confused and so hurt and so sad. Like…my husband abandoned me. I was gaslit in a pretty extreme way for two years. That takes a toll on you, fundamentally changes your worldview. Some days, I just feel utterly detached from reality. So the best answer I can give to “How are you?” is, I guess, “Here.” You know? Like, I don’t know what else to say. I’m just…here. This is where we are. This is where I live now.

46. A hill to die on

November 19, 2017

Glamour WOTY

Hi hi hi. I had a lot going on this week! ICYMI, here’s my recap of my question for Joe Biden earlier this week. Here’s what else I was up to…


White Sheets Are The Way, The Truth, And The Light

21 Legitimately Great Gifts To Give Your Boyfriend, Husband, Brother, Or Dad

23 Workplace Horror Stories That’ll Make You Say “WTAF?????”


The Uncounted, The New York Times.

The myth of the male bumbler, The Baffler. “We need to shed the exculpatory scripts that have mysteriously enabled all these incompetent bumblers to become rich, successful, and admired even as they maintain that they’re moral infants. … Allow me to make a controversial proposition: Men are every bit as sneaky and calculating and venomous as women are widely suspected to be.”

Men Don’t Get to Decide What Counts As ‘Sex’, The Cut. “Taking your clothes off in front of that 14-year-old girl and forcing her to touch you is not sex. But why do we continue to have to explain this? Why do men who have never experienced this form of attack get to define what an attack is?”

Rebecca Solnit: Let This Flood of Women’s Stories Never Cease, LitHub. “So many women who told stories about men trying to harm them were treated as crazy or as malicious liars, because it’s easier to throw a woman under the bus than a culture.”

The Digital Ruins of a Forgotten Future, The Atlantic.

How the Pioneer Woman Is Single-Handedly Saving a Small Oklahoma Town, Thrillist.

When Dentists Criticize This Online Braces Company, It Takes Them To Court, BuzzFeed.

We Received $95,000 Worth of Free Stuff in Six Months, Racked. This is so good; I wish PR companies realized how much literal garbage media orgs are sent, and how much extra work they create for not just editors, but also for our mailroom employees.

How a DIY YouTuber became the target of a sexist conspiracy theory, The Outline.

The Forgotten Lifestyle Star Who Taught Women of the 1930s How to ‘Live Alone and Like It’, Jezebel.

Where is all the good affordable furniture?, Curbed.

This American comfort food leads a double life – but only some of us know the secret. Do you?, The Charlotte Observer.

Why Don’t We Eat Turkey Tails?, Smithsonian Mag.

Barstool Sports and the Identity Politics of Being Apolitical, MEL Magazine. “All of this is uncomfortable to most sports fans, many of whom resent racial politics from infringing upon their enjoyment of NFL games, and some who view the protests as deeply offensive to the American military. For them, Barstool provides a haven from the endless back and forth over the meaning and efficacy of the anthem protests. And the NFL’s lingering domestic abuse problem. And concussions. And the inclusion of transgender people in sports. And college players being exploited by the NCAA. And the myriad other sports issues that involve larger social context.”

Amazon’s Last Mile, Gizmodo.

The Joy of Not Wearing a Bra, The New Yorker. “I always wondered about the stigma associated with taking one’s bra off. Is the problem that the bosomy braless woman—breasts swaying, nipples pointed—is too sexy? Or is it that she isn’t sexy enough—that, without propping, her breasts are egregiously unround, wilted, differently sized? I suspect that she isn’t the right kind of sexy, which is to say that she isn’t contained. She isn’t fighting desperately against gravity. She would appear to be a critical consumer. Part of being the right kind of sexy lies in wanting to be the right kind of sexy, and in buying things to make it so.”

The World’s Most Famous Actor Whose Face You’ve Probably Never Seen, BuzzFeed.

Meet the Female Firefighter Whose Side Hustle Is Getting More Women on the Job, Glamour. Sarinya Srisakul is the first Asian-American woman in the NYFD. The first one. THE FIRST ONE!!!!!!!!!!!

Do Yourself a Favor This Year, and Just Buy the Keg, The Kitchn.

‘Get Off Your Ass and Talk to People Face-to-Face’ and other tips for improving your emotional intelligence, MEL Magazine.

Hims Is Basically Glossier for Dudes, Racked.

A Holiday Survival Guide for Sad People, Pinch of Yum. “Light a candle. I fully embrace the cheesiness – there is something just so magical about a flame. Since it gets dark so early now, every night I come home from work and I light a candle. It feels special and sacred and spiritual, and I don’t need to explain anything to anyone.”

The week ahead…

Hoping that the cold I caught runs its course ASAP!!!! 

On Joe Biden

November 19, 2017

This week, I took my “repeal the patriarchy and white supremacy” show on the road! Since Joe Biden’s answer to a question I asked him made the news (also here), I wanted to share a bit more of the context.

Last Monday, I attended Glamour’s first-ever Women of the Year Summit. I attended the Women of the Year Awards in 2015 and it was an incredibly powerful and moving experience — truly, one of the highlights of my year. The WOTY Awards is held in a big theater in front of a large audience, but this year, they added a new event, the summit, which was smaller (about 300-400 people). It was a series of panels and talks featuring truly remarkable women and I was so, so thrilled to be in attendance.

The program said that the last panel of the morning before lunch would be Glamour EIC Cindi Leive in conversation with “surprise guests.” As it got closer, I thought that perhaps it would be HRC, especially because we kicked off the day with Chelsea. (Also, the security that morning had been surprisingly intense, which I didn’t think much of it until later.) Dallas guessed Michelle Obama. It turned out to be the Bidens. Which…fine! Cool!

I probably wouldn’t have felt so compelled to say something if Joe hadn’t spent so much time talking up his record on women. Look, he has done good, important things for women, and I’m all for tooting your own horn (OBVIOUSLY), but there was something about a white man coming into a room full of women and just sort of accomplishment-dropping (“When I wrote that legislation…”) to provide evidence of his wokeness that really rubbed me the wrong way. Also, I found him smug and just…pandering. I’m sorry, but saying things like “There’s not a single thing a man can do that a woman can’t” (to applause, of course) and openly adoring and supporting his career-woman wife is…pretty basic-ass shit. You know? Like, it’s easy to forget that in the year 2017, when there’s an unabashed misogynist and racist leading the country and we live in hell. But, sorry…Joe Biden ain’t special. (Even Dr. Biden says at one point, “We already knew that, Joe.”) Like, great job being a PERSON, Joe Biden. You don’t get a cookie for BEING A PERSON.

Anyway, the thing that really made me say “OK, but also…no,” is when the topic of Harvey Weinstein came up and Cindi said something to the effect of “What do you think of the argument that these men came from a different time, that they are old dinosaurs?” and Biden got out his soapbox and called bullshit on that. Which: great! It is bullshit! But as he went on to say that he’s from that same time, and his dad (also from a different time) raised him to know better, I just thought, But that’s probably the exact same defense he’d use if ever called to answer for his own behavior. And between that and him talking about how brave all the women who have come forward are and how “we have to change the culture,” all I could think about was Anita Hill.

And I couldn’t think about anything else.

I was texting my friend Sally with updates from the Summit throughout the day, and as I was having these thoughts, she texted me something like, “Ok but also….Anita Hill” and I was like, “Right???? THANK YOU.” So I was like, Ok, if they do a Q&A for this panel — which seemed HIGHLY UNLIKELY — I’ll try to get the mic and ask him about her. A few minutes later, I was looking down, taking notes, when Cindi said that she’d take a few questions at the end, and my head JERKED up. (I’m pretty sure everyone around me noticed.) Still, though, I knew that getting a mic was a long shot.

Aside from worrying about whether or not I’d be able to bring up Anita Hill, I was also debating whether or not it would really be appropriate for me to say something. After all, the Bidens were basically the guests of honor, and Cindi wasn’t interviewing them like a reporter. (Which: fine!) So I was sitting there asking myself whether or not the question I wanted to ask would be, essentially, rude. But then I thought, Well, the “rude” question would actually be “So hey, are you going to stop being kiiiiinda awfully handsy with women during photo ops?” so everyone should be happy I’m sticking to something a little easier. I also just kept thinking about two things women have said recently: “You can’t get away with this shit anymore.” And, “But what’s the alternative? To approve? I do not approve.”


And as I weighed my options, I thought back to all of the panels from the morning, and I was kind of like, If anyone thinks this is inappropriate, I can quote back several amazing women who told us to be brave and fearless and to get in formation. To ask a serious question felt like it would be acting in the spirit of the summit. And as I considered the possibility of things going badly, I thought, Well, if there’s a hill worth dying on, Anita Hill is it.

To be clear, I do not expect a long life in public service to be without mistakes or growth, nor am I asking for purity from Democrats (though anyone who thinks reproductive justice is negotiable or that “identity politics” is real/a problem can kiss black ass). But I have zero patience for people who are incapable of a genuine apology, or who refuse to have a real, non-defensive reckoning with their own failings. And the more Biden talked, the angrier I felt.

So once the production people with mics sort of dispersed and the first audience member was asking her question, I, like, looked around until I spotted another production person holding a mic and basically communicated “I’mma need that mic” and she nodded at me and moved into position at the end of my row with it. (That was actually the scariest part for me — like, aggressively claiming a mic outside of the designated “now is when we raise our hands and ask to be called on” time. It felt impolite.)

So I got the mic and I stood up and said to Joe Biden, “My name’s Rachel Miller and my question is for the former vice president. In the context of changing the culture and women being brave enough to come forward [which he’d also said], I’m wondering if there’s anything that you would do differently with regards to Anita Hill if given the opportunity.”

And he said, “No.”


And then he said, “Let’s get something straight here.”

Which — sure, is a thing an old white man can say to a black woman asking him a question at a women’s event about the shameful treatment of a black woman on a national stage. He is certainly allowed to say that, if he wants to. 


Biden then went on to say a lot more words, but what he was really saying was, “I’m a good guy, I’m a good guy, I’m a good guy.” (The entire event was live streamed, and you can see the Bidens’ panel here; my question is at 25:53.) And here’s the thing: I have had eerily similar versions of this exact conversation several times over the past six weeks, and I am sick to goddamn death of men who have demonstrably not always been good guys immediately jumping in to defend themselves and tell me that I’m wrong — that they ARE, in fact, good (GREAT, even!!!), and I just don’t get it. They get emotional, they get belligerent, they get nasty as they try to get me to listen to the story of that one thing they did for a woman, like, three years ago. And they do this instead of, I don’t know, being introspective for one fucking second, and considering that maybe they are wrong. Maybe they aren’t great. Maybe they aren’t good. Maybe they aren’t that brave, maybe they didn’t always do everything they could have done, maybe they ignored certain things because they were ignorant or cowards or lazy or, hell, because “it was a different time.” But instead of pausing and thinking about how he could have done more, Biden, like so many other men, looked me dead in the eye and just said, “No.” No, I couldn’t have done more. No, I will not consider that I’m anything other than a good guy. I’m the hero of this story. Has no one told you that I’m the hero?

He ended his response with, “What I do feel badly about is the bad taste that got left in the mouth of some of the people around Anita Hill.”

Again: OK, but also…NO. 

After he finished speaking, I fully expected Cindi to accept his answer and pivot back to softball questions. (Which: fine! I know how this works.) But that’s not what happened. And this was actually kind of the best part for me. Cindi didn’t just let his narrative stand. She said, “If I can just follow up on that for one second…Professor Hill has said herself that she expected a fair process and did not feel that she had one. Do you, given your leadership on these kinds of issues, have any kind of message to her now?”

And Biden said, “Well, my message, which I’ve delivered before [translation: Why are you wasting my time with this?] is that I am so sorry if she believed that.”

I am so sorry if she believed that.

I am so sorry IF she believed that.

And then he followed it up with, “I feel really badly she didn’t feel like the process worked.”

I’m sorry if. I feel badly that she felt.

And then, for good measure, he finished it up with a little bit more about how he was the hero. He talked about “the shouting matches I had with those witnesses who were attacking her” and then finished with, “I said something at the time that proved to be right. I said this is going to be the start of a fundamental change of what constitutes harassment in the workplace, and people are gonna begin to change.”

I said something at the time that proved to be right.

I just…what a gross thing to say here. “I said something at the time that proved to be right.” It’s not really surprising, but that smug-ass delivery was still enraging. 


Later that night, at the WOTY Awards, there were a lot of surprise appearances, including when Jodi Kantor and Megan Twohy — the journalists who broke the Weinstein story — dropped in and talked about #MeToo, and then said that four survivors of sexual harassment who told their stories in the name of justice would be joining them on stage. And then the name “Anita Hill” appeared in huge letters on the screen and I blurted out, “Oh, holy shit,” and then started crying for like the dozenth time that day. (Watch the video here.) It was really incredible, seeing her there and listening to her speak. (Especially right after seeing Zendaya give Maxine Waters a Lifetime Achievement Award.)

“I saw that we had a chance to shift this narrative,” Hill said on stage. And to that in particular, I hope we can all look back someday and say, “Me too.”

45. These stories are true

November 12, 2017

This week, the world felt more capitalist dystopia than ever before. Like, we’re here, guys. We made it!!

Here’s what else I had going on.


Please Stop What You’re Doing And Read This Failed Restaurateur’s Batshit Story

This Modern Home Ec Book Will Stop People From Asking, “You Live Like This???”


Harvey Weinstein’s Army of Spies, The New Yorker.

Angus Johnston on Louis C.K.’s apology.

Brave Enough to Be Angry, The New York Times. “Like every other feminist with a public platform, I am perpetually cast as a disapproving scold. But what’s the alternative? To approve? I do not approve.” I want to tattoo “I do not approve” on my body.

“Do not trust men who love guns.”

How to Hire Fake Friends and Family, The Atlantic. I cannot stop thinking about this article. It takes a turn from “oh my god” to “oh…my GOD.” Like, we are living in a goddamn episode of Black Mirror.

Where do kids learn to undervalue women? From their parents., The Washington Post. In studies, these young men and women predominantly report hope for a future in which they will split the pleasures of breadwinning and caretaking equally with their spouses — what researchers call their Plan A. But when asked for a Plan B, the sexes divide. The men anticipate being primary breadwinners alongside wives who are primarily caretakers. The women anticipate divorce. This conflict is not a road map toward any kind of meaningfully connected life.”

Dustin Hoffman Sexually Harassed Me When I Was 17, The Hollywood Reporter. This is a couple weeks old but I just read it and…Jesus Christ.

Former Vogue editor Alexandra Shulman: ‘I find the idea that there was a posh cabal offensive’, The Guardian. This hed really undersells the fact that this woman is just really fucking ignorant and racist.

Here’s All The B.S. About Weight Loss You Should Stop Believing, BuzzFeed.

Crystals, Puppies, Sparkles, Rainbows, and Rage: Aidy Bryant of Saturday Night Live talks comedy and style, The Cut.

Johnstown Never Believed Trump Would Help. They Still Love Him Anyway., Politico. “‘Everybody I talk to,’ he said, ‘realizes it’s not Trump who’s dragging his feet. Trump’s probably the most diligent, hardest-working president we’ve ever had in our lifetimes. It’s not like he sleeps in till noon and goes golfing every weekend, like the last president did.” I am realllllllly not a fan of this type of profile of Trump supporters, but you should read this one all the way through to get a sense of what we’re up against.

Can My Children Be Friends With White People?, The New York Times.

Teen Girl Posed For 8 Years As Married Man To Write About Baseball And Harass Women, Deadspin.

How the ‘Shalane Flanagan Effect’ Works, The New York Times. “Every single one of her training partners — 11 women in total — has made it to the Olympics while training with her, an extraordinary feat. Call it the Shalane Effect: You serve as a rocket booster for the careers of the women who work alongside you, while catapulting forward yourself.”

Listen to ‘The Daily’: Was Iowa Killing a Hate Crime?. This was a really hard episode to get through.

The Forgotten Art of Squatting, Quartzy.

The War To Sell You A Mattress Is An Internet Nightmare, Fast Company. I don’t think I shared it when I first read it, but it’s pretty wild.

A Beautifully Simple Chicago Apartment, A Cup of Jo.

10 things i say to preschoolers slash grown-ass men, KatyKatiKate. “I don’t know where your shoe is. It’s yours. Where did you put it?”


Contouring 101 (“Makeup is for women who want husbands. Contouring is for women who want to leach the souls of their dead lovers and collect the inheritance of their ex-boyfriends who disappeared under mysterious circumstances.”); this seagull (watch with sound on!); and everything from Hearth & Hand.

Best life

I can’t stop evangelizing this pasta and chickpeas recipe! It’s simple, cheap, comes together easily (my advice: chop/measure out everything in advance because it moves pretty quickly), and is SO DELICIOUS AND FEELS FANCY! PS If you’re tempted to skip the finishing oil, don’t — that’s where most of the flavor is.

Also, I finally bought Smartwool socks and I feel like other socks have been lying to me my entire life.

The week ahead…

Rejoicing in this sweater weather!

44. Obligations

November 5, 2017

Millennial killer & victims costume

Photo: Taylor Miller

I…can’t believe Halloween was this week. (My team went as a killer Millennial and his victims. Also, all of my reports are ~100~ and I just adore them.) I just…so much is happening!

Here’s what else I was up to…


This $11 Candle From Target Smells Just Like The $30 Anthropologie One

ICYMI: I shared my pumpkin butterscotch cookie recipe.


I finished Home Comforts! (Well, to be honest, I skimmed several sections — it’s essentially an encyclopedia and some of it is really dense/not particularly relevant to me right now.) Anyway, it’s a great reference book and a good all-around read; it legit left me feeling very inspired.


Ask Polly: ‘I Hate Men.’, NY Mag. “For your personal emotional health and resilience as a woman, you must choose to view the world of men through a new Cranky Old Bitch filter. Through this filter it soon becomes clear that men are simply too pathetic to waste your giant brain contemplating for too long. Sure, they lord their power over us, they cast their dismissive eyes on us, they attempt to jack off in front of us because they are sad deluded animals who always need a new fix to feel like more than nothing. It’s gross and it’s sometimes litigable but it’s also just hilariously unevolved. Imagine, the desperation of living that way! And sure, they might fire you if they catch wind of your total lack of respect for the way they operate. Many of them are in charge. What a hilarious irony, right? I mean you at least have to admire their tenacity. In spite of countless obvious deficits, they STILL find a way to stay on top.” P R E A C H.

The Reckoning Always Comes, Deadspin. “There are too many men out there who think if they can’t be bad men, they can’t be men at all.”

How Men Elevate, and Women Ruin Food, Taste. “But the central critique of women-driven food trends is that women are getting food wrong. Things that are supposed to be complex, like wine, are vilified for being simple (never mind that the majority of wine drinkers are women), while foods like cupcakes and froyo pander to people who have no taste. And let’s not forget that women also needlessly complicate food that is ‘supposed’ to be simple—why drink coffee when you can have a half-caf double caramel soy macchiato instead? Men can obsess over every aspect of procuring, drying, and grilling a steak, but women are the high-maintenance ones for arranging a beautiful smoothie bowl. … If a man is fussy about craft beer or protein shakes, it’s food that should be fussed over. If a man requires nothing more than meat, potatoes, and a Budweiser, neither should anyone else.” This is so, so good.

America is facing an epistemic crisis, Vox.

Harvey Weinstein and the Power of Celebrity Exceptionalism, The Atlantic.

Ta-Nehisi Coates on Robert E. Lee and John Kelly.

I’m your mentor, not your mother, Science.

Former ‘Male Feminist’ Columnist Faces Multiple Allegations of Assault, Jezebel. (Note: this is a pretty intense read.)

Modest Dressing, as a Virtue, The New York Times Style Magazine.

NYC strippers strike: Dancers say nearly naked ‘bottle girls’ are grabbing their cash, cite racism, Washington Post.

The Fable of Aesop’s Hand Soap, Racked.

Inside the Joyfully Deranged Kitchen of Amy Sedaris, Eater.

9 Books That Taught Me All Of The Random Shit I Know, BuzzFeed.


This episode of Vox’s podcast The Impact, this puppy, this (very) short story, and his Royal Flatness, Mexican burrowing toad.

Best life

I’m preparing for the coming frost! I ordered these flannel sheets (The Sweethome’s budget pick) and this blanket. I also ordered some new bath towels and hand towels, but I’m really psyched about the sheets — my first flannel sheets as an adult! I just feel like the all-white will be so pretty and cozy.

In other news, these garlic knots look delicious. 

The week ahead…

Trying to cook more and work out more (so, like…at all). I can’t get over how quickly this month is going to go! 

Pumpkin butterscotch cookies

October 30, 2017

Pumpkin butterscotch cookies

This is one of my favorite cookie recipes, which I posted to my old blog many moons ago. (I *believe* I got it from the Libby’s Pumpkin website way back when, but I’m not 100% sure) The cookies are a big hit every time I make them, and while I typically bake them in October as a Halloween treat, they’re also great for Friendsgiving/Thanksgiving/whatever.

Pumpkin Butterscotch Cookies
  1. 2 cups all-purpose flour
  2. 1 and 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
  3. 1 teaspoon baking soda
  4. 1/2 teaspoon salt
  5. 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  6. 2 eggs
  7. 1 cup sugar
  8. 1/2 cup canola or corn oil
  9. 1 cup canned pumpkin
  10. 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  11. 1 cup butterscotch chips
  1. Preheat the oven to 325 degrees.
  2. Stir the flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, and cinnamon together in a medium bowl and set aside.
  3. In a large bowl, beat the eggs and sugar together with an electric mixer.
  4. Add the oil, pumpkin, and vanilla and mix until blended. It will turn the color of Halloween and smell like cake batter.
  5. Add the flour mixture slowly, until it is thoroughly blended, and the batter is thick.
  6. Stir in the butterscotch morsels.
  7. Line two baking sheets with wax paper and spray with cooking spray (or just use a silicone baking mat).
  8. Using a small spoon, scoop globs (there’s no other word for it — you’ll understand if you make them) of the dough onto the lined sheets. ***Do not make the rounds too big! I did that at first, and ended up with massive pumpkin pillows. Try to keep them neat and cute.***
  9. Bake the cookies one sheet at a time until the tops feel firm and a toothpick inserted in the center comes out dry, about 16 minutes.
  10. Cool the cookies on the baking sheet for five minutes, then use a wide metal spatula to transfer them to a wire rack to cool completely.
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43. All the rage

October 29, 2017


‘Sup, witches? Here’s what I had going on this week…


Neti Pots Are Low-Key Awful, But Honestly, You Should Get One

If You Secretly Kinda Hate Brushing Your Teeth, Try This Fancy Toothpaste


When Staying in the Trump Administration Is Worse than Leaving It, Highline. This is really, really good.

Our National Narratives Are Still Being Shaped by Lecherous, Powerful Men, The Cut. “We can’t go back in time and have the story of Hillary Clinton written by people who have not been accused of pressing their erections into the shoulders of young women who worked for them.”

Harvey Weinstein: how lawyers kept a lid on sexual harassment claims, Financial Times. “I want to publicly break my non-disclosure agreement. Unless somebody does this there won’t be a debate about how egregious these agreements are and the amount of duress that victims are put under. My entire world fell in because I thought the law was there to protect those who abided by it. I discovered that it had nothing to do with right and wrong and everything to do with money and power.”

Weighing the Costs of Speaking Out About Harvey Weinstein, The New Yorker.

Harvey Weinstein and the Economics of Consent, The Atlantic. “The things that happen in hotel rooms and board rooms all over the world (and in every industry) between women seeking employment or trying to keep employment and men holding the power to grant it or take it away exist in a gray zone where words like “consent” cannot fully capture the complexity of the encounter. Because consent is a function of power. You have to have a modicum of power to give it.”

How These Two Women Finally Exposed Harvey Weinstein, Marie Claire.

YouTube Trumpkin and Former Milo Intern Kills His Own Dad for Calling Him a Nazi, The Daily Beast.
My Failed Attempt at Illness-Chic, Racked. “I bought the caftans seeking an aesthetic of grace — soft, flowing, dignified — but what I was actually after was Grace itself. I wanted a way to grant my body and mind what I no longer believed they deserved: a pardon.”

The War To Sell You A Mattress Is An Internet Nightmare, Fast Company.

You Should All Be Ashamed of Yourselves, Splinter.

Why Is Getting Ready For Bed SO EXHAUSTING?, BuzzFeed.

12 Admissible Facts About Judge Judy, Mental Floss.

How to Talk to Women if You Believe Feminism Has Made It Really Hard to Know What Counts as ‘Harassment’, VSB. “And now we have roaming gaggles of men neutered by social progress and emasculated by consent, who see colleagues in fitted pantsuits and with exposed wrists and get panic attacks and live terrified that merely saying ‘Hi’ might get a call from human resources. Fortunately, if you happen to be one of these men, you’ve come to the right place! If you are a grown-ass human male adult and you still, after decades of existing on earth—breathing oxygen and eating Fritos and shit—haven’t yet figured out how to interact with women without being a creep, and you long for the days when gotdamn fucking feminism didn’t make expressing romantic interest at happy hour or grabbing a random boob on an escalator so damn perplexing, I have great news for you.” This had me cackling.

10 Scary Stories to Fuck You Up at Night, Jezebel.

Don’t Put Your Keys Between Your Fingers for Self-Defense, Lifehacker.

Yiiiiikes: I (F35) threw away old photos of my husband (M44) with his late wife years ago. He just found out and hates me for it.

Autostraddle Feelings Atrium: Sara Ramirez In This Suit And Suspenders With A Pocket Chain Around Your Heart, Autostraddle.

19 Things That Will Make Every Kind-Of Adult Say, “Oh Shit, That’s Me”, BuzzFeed.

I also read a bunch more of Home Comforts: The Art and Science of Keeping House (and then cleaned the fuck out of everything). And I can’t stop thinking about this short story: “They’re made out of meat.”

Best life

I’m obsessed with these $5 rubber gloves. I got a pair for the bathroom and a pair for the kitchen and I love them.

The week ahead…

It’s almost Halloween! Per usual, I expended all my Halloween energy in late September and now I deeply don’t care. *shrug*

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