so hot right now

So, I am about to start the third episode of Fosse/Verdon, which I have been enjoying HUGELY, as a theater nerd and as a person with a heart. I think you should watch it, but first I want you to read this exceptionally good piece by Alexandra Molotkow, which gives you some very depressing Fosse information which I personally feel really enhances the show. It is also full of triggers for sexual violence, which I do not want you to stumble into accidentally.

I will now share two of my fav moments from Fosse’s extreeeeemly autobiographical film, “All That Jazz,” both of which feature the luminous and perfect Ann Reinking, Fosse’s muse and, at the time, lover. You may only know her as the secretary from the 1982 Annie, and that would be so tragic!

Wasn’t that lovely? Are you not entertained?

At any rate, FOSSE/VERDON, currently on FX, is well worth watching, and I recommend it!

Now, perhaps a few Reddit posts?

This is actively abusive, and not funny, but I am including it in case this is relevant to you and you need to hear that this is abusive:

I was around 5'1 and 100 lbs when we got married and six years later, I'm 5'1 and 125 lbs. He constantly comments on my body and my weight even though I've never asked for his opinion. I know my body isn't perfect, but I'm working on accepting that.

Actual things he has said to me

  1. (A day after I gave birth and was getting dressed in front of him) - [disgusted tone and expression] "is your stomach going to stay like that?" By the way it takes two weeks for the uterus to return to normal size

  2. "It's not baby weight when the baby is two years old."

  3. "Your thighs are huge. When you sit down, they look even more enormous"

  4. "It's like you've lost the weight everywhere except for your hips. It's very noticeable from behind. I'll even take a photo and show you so you can see for yourself how fat your ass is"

  5. "I'm just motivating you to lose weight. Who else is going to tell you that you're fat?"

  6. He even has a game he plays with our three year old daughter: "Who's the tall one?" - her: "daddy" "Who's the cute one?" - "me!" "Who's the fat one?" - "mommy!!" and they both laugh at me. okay haha very funny.

  7. "Why do you keep trying on clothes if you're never going to buy anything? You keep saying it doesn't look good on you but the truth is that thin people (he meant women) don't need to try on clothing because they look good in everything. So maybe just lose weight before you go clothes shopping again."

  8. "Short and fat isn't a good combination"

And so on. On average, he'll make 1-2 body shaming comments a week. I've talked to him about it but he says he just wants me to be healthy and fit. It's hurtful, and unhelpful, and unhealthy for my daughter to hear those comments from her dad about her mom.

Good luck, friend:

You are a treasure:

I(31M) would like to make my wife(29F) happy.

For a little context we've been together for 8 years. She's from upstate NY and I'm from Florida and am in the Military. We spent a large part of our early relationship long distance as she was finishing her degree and I was obligated to my Military service.

We've had our ups and downs but we're happily married and have two children together. My wife was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes during my last deployment and had struggled with that plus raising our children by herself while I've been overseas or traveling for work. She's handled it like an absolute rockstar. She is literally the most amazing woman I've ever met. I wasn't able to give her a wedding that I thought she deserved because of financial reasons, we've never had a proper honeymoon, or a real holiday of proper getaway.

She's handled literally every terrible or hard thing that can be thrown on someone by herself and I really just want to make her feel appreciated. She's sacrificed so much for me and our family and I truly want to just let her know how much we love her.

Honestly, I kind of feel like ridiculous because I'm tearing up while typing this out but... she's so happy with the smallest gestures and I feel inadequate that I cant provide more for her. She doesn't hold me being gone over my head and is so awesome and understanding when work gets in the way of our life.

I do the small gestures like take her out when I can, compliment her, help out with the kids, etc. I just wish there was more I could do. She definitely deserves better than what I can currently provide and I'm just looking for some way to make her feel special.


My daughter Ann (17) has been obsessed with building miniatures ever since she saw Hereditary a few months back. Since then, she has probably spent close to 500 dollars on miniature sets from Amazon, Hobby Lobby, and etsy. All of this money comes from her job at a local movie theatre, so I can't exactly cut her off.

I can't explain why, but something about it drives me up the ****ing wall. Maybe it's because Toni Collette was so creepy? Maybe I just want to spend some quality time with my daughter instead of watching her waste her life in her bedroom. I hear my sister talk about dropping her daughter off at soccer, or how her son's the lead in the school play, and then think about how my daughter's upstairs building a tiny cottage with tweezers. She hasn't ever really shown interest in any hobbies before, so I thought it would be grateful that she's finally good at something, but mostly I'm just annoyed. Her grades are fine (Bs), her chores are always done, but mostly every second of her spare time is spent putting together miniatures. I try to ask her if she'd like to go for a walk with me, or sign up for cheerleading, but she always says no. My husband thinks its sweet and has started letting her put them around the house and in his office at work. Every day, I drink coffee next to a 60 dollar miniature greenhouse, and think about when the last time I had a genuine conversation with my daughter that didn't revolve around the merits of craft glue versus hot glue was.

None of you handled this well!

This is a throwaway account that I made just to ask this question. The following story happened very recently.

For some context, I am a 37-year-old man. I live with my wife who is also 37. We got married two years ago.

Ever since we got married, we'd been trying to have a baby. After two years, it was becoming tiresome. It wasn't just the fact that we'd been trying for two years, it was also that we knew we were getting older and that time was running out.

Please note that I'm a very private personI don't like surprises because they make me uncomfortable.

One day, my wife told me she wanted to have a dinner party and invite both our families and our closest friends. We don't usually host parties, but I went along with it because she was persistent, and plus, we had a good house and dining room for it. She invited both of her parents and my single father, plus our siblings and two close family friends.

Everything was going swimmingly and everyone was having fun. As we finished our meals, we lingered around the table talking. Then, my wife tapped her glass calling for everyone's attention. She stood up and told everyone the reason why she'd invited everyone there was to announce that she's pregnant. Joy filled the room at that moment. Everyone seemed excited, especially our parents. They hugged us and my father cried with joy. They all seemed to assume she had told me until I said that I didn't know.

I was angry. My wife didn't tell me she was pregnant. **I felt like I should've been the first to know.**Having a baby is a team effort and the father is just as necessary as the mother. By telling me with the rest of the family, it felt like I didn't matter. I just felt like a chump because my whole family and two friends found out about MY baby the same time I did.

Right there, I pulled my wife into our bedroom and asked her why she thought it would be a good idea not to tell me about the baby. She explained that she wanted to surprise me and for our families to witness my reaction. She also said that the manner of delivery shouldn't matter when we've been trying for so long for a child, that I shouldn't make a big deal about it and just be grateful that we'll be having a baby. She kept repeating "I thought you'd be HAPPY that we're having a baby!" until the point of tears. I couldn't believe how insensitive and selfish she was being.

I stormed out of the house in front of our guests and got a motel for the night. I dodged my wife's calls and returned the next morning.

My wife told me I embarrassed her, but I feel like my behavior was justified. She told me she was worried about me, and that our families thought I was angry about the pregnancy itself rather than the manner of announcement. Our relationship hasn't been the same since.


She's 5 and the creepiest person I've ever met. For starters, the questions she asks are off the wall. She once asked me if she could feel my skin to make sure I was warm and living and how many buckets of blood I thought were inside a cow. Those are just two of the recent ones. When she's not asking questions, she's staring into the distance (or occasionally straight into your eyes) with a blank look on her face. She's an intelligent, precocious child and sometimes when I'm around her I feel like I'm in the movie Orphan (SPOILER: full grown woman in little girls' body). She's articulate for her age and her parents say it's because she reads so much. She's in 1st grade (skipped Kindergarten) and has already read all the Harry Potter books. Even so, I feel like she knows way more than possible for someone so young. She's never shown any aggression or violence toward anyone, but I feel like she's not normal. I once saw her picking hairs off a family member's jacket and putting them in a little plastic baggy. This girl has a mason jar full of CHICKEN BONES on her night stand. I'm not making this up. Every time her family eats a rotisserie chicken, she picks out the bones she "likes" and puts them in the jar. I am 19 years old and terrified of a this small child. I get uneasy even going to their house because I'm afraid I'll see her in the corner counting her little bird bones. WIBTA if I suggested my brother take her to therapy? The rest of my family just thinks she's a normal, kooky kid and that she'll grow out of her creepy tendencies. Am I wrong for thinking that there's something not okay with her?

you are just a doofus:

My girlfriend’s birthday is today. About a month ago my brother told me that he was planning on buying her one of those new Dyson vacuums. I thought it was an incredible idea since I’ve seen how high tech and cool they are, so I asked if I can contribute to the gift. After some math, we decided to split it three ways, between me, him, and his gf, with me paying the majority.

Fast forward to today. She opens the gift and kind of gives an awkward laugh. She thanks me but I can tell she’s upset. I ask her what’s wrong, and she opens up with how dumb of a gift idea this is. The more she talked, the more upset and angry she got.

She said that she saw the gift as an implication that she should clean more. She hates cleaning and she thought the gift was very inappropriate for a birthday. I was genuinely surprised by her reaction and got a little hurt that she was so upset. She cried for a bit and then left the house to go for a walk. I feel like a giant asshole.

Love y’all! Thrive! xoxoxox n

One Month

it's coming, it's in the trees

In exactly one month I will be conducting my first celebrity profile, and because of the importance of this person, to me, I am trying to prepare myself physically and spiritually. I have stopped eating sugar. I am trying to read more holy books. I bought sun hats and those sleeves Nicole Kidman wears over her hands and forearms to prevent sun damage, so I can hike to the waterfall in the canyon. I am burning different candles. I am placing phone calls to tell people I love them (I have placed, so far, one call.)

Were I also to start giving away my possessions, I would expect this to trip some red flags, but so far the only possession I have given away is my Twitter password, having also given away my Twitter email (to my husband, who doesn’t care at all but is also very reliable and trustworthy.)

I’ll be talking more via here in the meantime, but I didn’t want to alarm anyone, you can hit reply and I’ll get it, I’m still in the cloud.

Today has been hard. A friend lost her pregnancy. My uncle lost his nephew. I am watching the Andre the Giant documentary they did on HBO, and I have been on the verge of tears or laughter all day. I go into one interaction with the emotion of the former interaction, and so people ask if I have a cold, or if I am, perhaps, hiding a joke.

This photo brought me to tears, despite being very far from my period:

I wish you great good fortune. I think the dog has rolled in something dead which is thawing in the woods.

This photo made me laugh:

xoxoxoxooxox, nicole

Reddit For ALL!

some fools, some champions

This dipshit:

After decades of questioning and prodding, William Korzon allegedly let slip a short question that landed him in prison.

“Did you find the body?” investigators in Bucks County said he asked them earlier this year.

Korzon, 76, was arrested Thursday morning at his home in York County, charged with the murder of his wife, Gloria, who disappeared in 1981 shortly after leaving work. He also has been charged with forging Gloria’s name on tax documents and greeting cards to “keep up appearances,” and soliciting a neighbor to help him, in an aborted plot, to murder a Warrington Township police officer who was investigating Gloria’s disappearance.

fuck you, sir:


fuck ‘im:

When I (29/F) was 19 yrs old I met a guy named "Pat". Pat and I were friends for a couple years but grew apart. We never had a romantic relationship - it was strictly platonic. We laughed a lot and he was a kind non judgemental person who had A LOT of friends and brought a lot of happiness to the world.

This past March (after Pat and I had not not spoke for 8 yrs) we got in touch and it felt nice to catch up (my BF of 6 years was aware of us talking).

Fast forward to Thursday. I was browsing Facebook when I saw that Pat passed away (he was only 28). My BF walked into the room as I was breaking down and said "oh what now"? in a rude tone...for him to walk into a room and see me balling my eyes out is HIGHLY unusual... this response ("what now") confused me....

As I was trying to compose myself to speak, my BF was getting impatient and saying "what? Spit it out". When I finally spit out "Pat died today" my BF with spite in his voice said " must have been pretty close for you to be this upset"...I said "we never dated or fucked" which he responded "well theres no way for me to know that", to which I replied "well yes there is because I am telling you"!

I called my BF an "insensitive asshole" (wrong I know)so he said "well...I didnt know him so its not my problem...what do you expect me to do...cry?"..I told him "you dont have to have known him to have compassion for me". Later on that evening he told me to never call him an asshole again to which I said "sorry but you are being an asshole".

I spent the rest of the night crying off and on and trying to hide it from my BF. The next day my BF told me that he doesnt understand my level of sadness over someone I am not close too..I told him "I may not have seen Pat in years but he was a kind person and was only 28 years old...I am crying for his family, for the future plans he had that he doesnt get to live out, for the friendship we once had and because he was such a genuine person and the world doesnt have him in it anymore"....his response was "what would you do if I was balling my eyes out over the death of some woman I knew before you who you had never even met"?

I do see where he is coming from but I would never treat him like this and am in shock at his lack of compassion. At no point over the past few days has he hugged me, said a kind word or tried to console me. He has acted cold, harsh, jealous and petty.

Call the police and START LOCKING YOUR DOORS:

He (let's call him T) is not a friend of mine, but had remained loosely in contact with my parents ever since my brother passed away about 18 years ago. I only know him by association.

The first time T showed up to our new house a couple years ago, nobody minded the surprise visit. We were accommodating and I had a chat with him. He had been incarcerated for gang/drug related crime, but was talking about wanting to start afresh by running his own landscaping business. It was obvious when we were chatting that he had a drug/meth problem as he was picking at his skin, had missing teeth and wasn't "all there in the head". I had no problem with him personally though.

We live in a unit block, where the front gate is locked 99% of the time, but it can be unlocked with the knob by someone tall reaching over the gate.

T showed up uninvited to our home one afternoon a month later and made himself comfortable on the couch. He didn't ring the bell or knock, and it looked like he was snooping to check if the house was empty. He walked into the open door not realizing I was there. I was shocked and told him he can't just show up uninvited (not by my parents or myself), and to leave. I told him he can come over when my parents invite him. He got defensive but left. I told my parents about the incident and they have told him explicitly if he wants to visit them, he can do so at their place of work.

He essentially did the same thing again tonight, 2 years later. Nobody invited him and he didn't ring the bell. I reminded him what he is doing is against the law (trespassing) and to leave before I called the cops. I told him that if he does it a 3rd time there will be no warning, that I'd call police straight away. He was defensive and wanted to explain himself even though I repeatedly told him to leave otherwise I would call the police. He only left when I counted down from 10 seconds, picked up my phone and dialled 000.

What steps should I take to protect my family, myself and our property?

A beautiful update:

So after one of the most stressful months of my life, I can happily tell you all that I got custody of my step sister.

I did as many of you suggested and got a family lawyer who was one of the most kind and helpful people I've ever met in my life. I told her the circumstances of my step mom and dad's death through tears and sobbing, and then told me she'd do everything she possibly could to help me.

After my step sisters bio dad was informed that I would be trying to get full custody, he basically folded within hours. The lawyer told me that it wouldn't have mattered anyway though. She said that because he hadn't visited her for such an extended period of time that it was considered "abandonment" in the eyes of the law, and the likelihood of him specifically getting custody was unlikely because of this.

After her bio dad said he didn't want my step sister, I then spent weeks and weeks filing out the right papers and seeing the right people. I've never signed so many things in my entire life. Because my step sister had no biological family other than her shit-head dad, I was given custody on a silver platter, according to my lawyer.

Her bio dad didn't ask for visitation rights, and it appears he didn't even care in the first place, he just wanted my step sister for no reason other than to further upset me.

Yesterday, I signed the last piece of paper that confirmed that I had 100% custody of my step sister. After I signed, we both cried and cried for hours. We're both working on processing the death of her mom and my dad. As I write this, she's asleep next to me with her head on my shoulder.

The past two months have hands down been the worst of my entire life. I consider meeting my step sister the best that's ever happened to me, and adopting her is the single best decision I've ever made. These events have made me realise that family isn't just DNA based, it's actionable investments in the life of someone you love.

Thank you so, so, so much for all of the people who helped me in my first thread. I owe all of you for the rest of your lives. Once I turn 21, if any of ya'll are in the Aberdeen area, drinks are on me.

I hope you all lead wonderful lives. Give your loved ones a big hug for me.


I work for a privately owned brewery/restaurant. Last week they held a huge event and told everyone they had to be available to work. They then told us we would be "volunteering" and the house would keep the proceeds and "donate" all the cash tips we made. This feels illegal.

Beautiful nonbinary prom outfit:

Set him on fire:

WIBTA for asking my ex to take a plane back home during a (very expensive) family trip after he broke up with me, on the first day of the trip, after telling me he was seeing a friend of mine for a few days?

Here's some info for you to judge better:

  • We were dating for 6 months (2 long distance, since I was traveling with my family).

  • My parents paid for my trip, and they invited him to join us on the last 20 days since all the hotels rooms booked were double and I was gonna stay alone, so it wouldn't change the price of the room if he stayed there with me.

  • He told me he wanted to go, but he didn't have much money to spend now, so I lent him some money for the food during the trip, and he would pay only for his plane tickets.

  • 2 weeks before the trip, we had a stupid argument, and it was my fault, so I apologized and we moved on, or so I thought.

  • 5 days before his flight, he stopped texting/calling with the same frequency as before, but I thought he was busy packing. He continued being distant until 1 day before his flight, where I asked him what time to pick him up and if it was everything ok.

  • He arrived, he didn't seem so happy to see me, but I imagined he was tired, it was a long international flight.

  • We traveled by car to a countryside village, 4 hours from the airport he arrived, and we got there very late and tired. That's when he broke up with me and told me he was seeing my friend for the last few days.

He asked me if I wanted to be away from him, if he should leave, and in that moment my mind got stuck.

I thought that he already had plane tickets to go back with me to the country we live. That he spent a lot of money on the tickets and he would have to spend more money to change his tickets. There was no airport, bus station, train station, uber/taxi service near where we were, and I had no condition to drive him back to the airport.

He had just met my entire family, we even got to the village late because his plane was late and we were waiting for him, so I had no idea what I was gonna tell them (my mom has BPD, and she gets a little stressed when traveling, and I had no idea how she was gonna react to it). I was still processing everything, so I told him he could stay, but if things got bad, I'd ask him to leave.

He stayed, the trip is being awful for me, but I'm keeping an smile on my face to keep my mom and everyone unaware of what was happening, but I'm completely broken inside. I'm trying to enjoy the amazing places we're visiting, but it's hard to get over him sleeping in the same room with him everyday. Honestly, I'm lost, and even my friends don't know what to do. Some told me to send him home, some told me that it will end soon, so I should try to ignore him and enjoy the trip as much as I can.

So, WIBTA if I send him home? He's having the time of his life, my family's having the best time. The only one sad right now is me, and I don't wanna ruin this for everyone.

the audacity:

Been lurking on this sub trying to think of any CB moments in my life. I though I had none untl sharing this story to some co-workers yesterday. TL;DR below.

Seven to eight years ago, I lived in a duplex. On the lease the rental agency had specified a grass height standard (i.e. no longer than 6 inches). When the lawn exceeded, they would send two notification over 3 days before sending a lawn-care service and charge $30.

My neighbor, CB, would always wait until the last minute to mow her lawn. One weekend as I was mowing my lawn CB flagged me down. CB told me her mower was broken, and asked me to mow her lawn. Being a kind neighbor, I said yes. I then offer my mower for her to use next time, which she was thankful.

Fast forward, the lawns are getting long. During casual conversations with CB, she would make weirdly suggestive comments like, "My lawn is getting reeeeeally long." or "I don't know if I can mow my lawn on my own." I brushed them off not thinking too much about them.

Over the weekend I mowed my lawn. Monday rolls around, and I saw the lawn-care service mowing her lawn. Did not think anything of it until 3 days later when CB got the bill. As the conversation occurred quite a while ago, I am paraphrasing.

CB: I just got charged 30 dollars from (rental agency)! Why didn't you mow my lawn!?!

Me: I'm sorry?

CB: You knew my lawnmower was broken.

Me: I offered my mower for you to use.

CB: Well, you did it for me last time; I thought you would do it again.

Me: Why would I do that?

CB: Because I'm a single mom and was very tired. You should have just helped me out.

Me: Sorry, but I don't feel it is my responsibility. If you had asked I may have helped, but you didn't.

CB: Ugh, I thought I did. Well you should pay this bill.

Me: What!?

CB: Well I didn't mow my lawn, because I thought you were going to do it. So, you should pay the bill.

Me: Sorry? but no.

CB: This is not fair. You know I can't afford this! Why can you not help me out?

At this point, I was done. I ended the conversation and moved on. For several weeks, CB ignored me (never acknowledged my presence) and only talked to my wife. She did use my mower next time.

TL;DR: Mowed my neighbor’s yard; she expected me keep mowing it for her; then demanded I cover lawn-care bill, as it was my fault.

Happy Saturday, lovelies!!

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