Yuuuuuuuup. There's a very good reason people in Georgia freak out about snow and ice, and it's not borne out of some inherent inability to manage inclement weather. Sorry you had to deal with that blah blah competitive bs and very relieved to hear you avoided the worst outcome.

My boyfriend's parents (they both grew up and lived in the north into their adulthood) live in N. Georgia but work in and around Atlanta. Their route home was blocked by an overturned tractor trailer that no one could get to, and they would have been stranded overnight in freezing weather conditions that could have turned fatal for them. Luckily, a thoughtful coworker lived nearby, heard about the accident some time later, and put two and two together. The coworker ended up sending her husband and his four-wheel behemoth out to pick them up and let them stay until the roads became drivable. And of course, she couldn't head into work the next two days, but her office punishes her by telling her not to bother coming in on the weekend.

But yeah for your very own house that you can fill with warm pleasant memories! Congrats!

Calling anyone experienced with therapy! (This question in on behalf of my boyfriend)

So my bf started seeing a therapist three weeks ago. So far he's had two appointments. His third one was to today, but it turned out he missed it (completely unintentional, he miswrote the time). He shows up three hours late, is confused, then apologizes, and at some point his therapist comes out of his office, doesn't acknowledge my bf at all, just walks right past him and starts speaking to the receptionist. My bf had prepared some homework for today's session, and he said, hey, I have these things you asked me to write, I can just give them to you right now. The therapist ignores him completely, doesn't look at him, and then walks away. He may have been put out (there was a vibe). My bf looks at the receptionist like wtf? He's pretty perturbed now and I think a bit unsettled by this interaction, and thinking on it, I'm become more annoyed by the minute. Therapy is absolutely critical to by his rehabilitation, and it took years of coaxing for him to agree to it. He's still extremely reticent, so any weirdness could compromise his willingness to continue this part of his treatment. His therapist knows all of this.

So my first thought was that this is part of some detachment thing the therapist does with all his patients outside of the office. After my bf's very first meeting with the therapist, they ended up walking out of the building at the same time, and my bf said the guy did the same thing then. He plans to bring all this up at his next visit. I feel like the therapist's behavior is unreasonable (ignoring someone who's speaking to you seems unbelievably rude unless warranted), but given that I've never been in therapy, I don't know if the boundaries are different and whether my bf should be especially concerned.

Tl;dr: my boyfriend's therapist ignores him completely outside of the office. No greetings, no eye contact, no response even when spoken to. Is the therapist an asshole and is this behavior typical?

On another note, I started the Good Wife (I dismissed it because CBS - life choices, I do them wrong). Oh my wow, all I want to do is binge watch the episodes and fatten my tummy with puppy chow in the process.

I'm seriously fixating on the fact she ran away from the cops, and they just let her go? (Making assumptions based on the outcome) I just can't even fathom trying to flee the cops without experiencing some severe consequences, no matter how panicked, scared, inebriated I might be. I was raised to never get in a cop's path or risk their wrath. It reminds me of going to the courthouse for a speeding ticket, and there were so many fellow students looking bored out of their minds as they sat waiting with their parents and lawyer to get their DUI charges dropped. I've incurred some drunken shenanigan tokens during my college years, but I don't think I ever felt free enough to let loose like most of those around me, to really embrace that don't give a fuck culture or attitude. At the same time, this account was probably the most personally relatable out of the entire series, mostly because I can definitely see a lot of my friends in this.

I felt the same way. It's the middle paragraph that made me blink. The compare and contrast of male female critics who have given her good or bad reviews seemed not altogether relevant to the article at hand. I mean, I didn't think it was so much about whether the critics don't feel positive or supportive toward the author or her work but more about the content of their reviews. But I thought it was really exciting that Gaitskill responded, even if it wasn't what I expected, and it definitely doesn't detract from the article.

God Donald Glover go away with your asian women fetishizing ways and vast repertoire of rape jokes and overall flippancy on the subject and oh, weird misogynistic comments (not talking about those personal notes, I sincerely hope he finds his happy place).

I'm typing this right now and feel tinges of discomfort as my fingertips strike the keyboard with their cracked, peeling, shriveled pads, and I'm like fuck you skin! I remember vacationing overseas for the first time as a teenager, and every time I washed up, a swarm of mysterious red itchy bumps would magically appear, and I fast realized there was no escaping my skin, which was such an insightful prediction because it remains true to this day. It dictates how much fun I have, which sounds ridiculous, but new experiences outside of my home means a new environment, and my skin will always assert itself in rebellion. It's the worst relationship I will always have because there really is no solution, is there? And no dear parents, it's not because I didn't eat enough veggies when I was a child.

Yes! When I was in South Korea 8 years ago, my cousin would just pass her wallet or purse over the scanners while walking, and I would look at her wide-eyed and think what is this wizardy. It's SO quick and efficient.

I chew the corners of books, can't read outside my house generally, and if I do, I can't have people in my peripheral vision. I'll very briefly skim the last page or sentence so I don't feel too guilty, and I hate holding books with two hands. Instead, I'll hold it down with my knee, elbow, head, pillow, jutting belly, whatever, anything but both hands.

Yes, exactly this. My boyfriend would agree even more enthusiastically. He's obsessed with the olfactory merits of all paper objects.

Holy cheesecake, my favorite dessert. I used to make them weekly when I started baking in high school, but no matter the recipe, they'd inevitably end up with these teeny tiny lumps that caused all the rage. Recently, I found out you're not supposed to scrape the sides of the bowl, just let it ooze into the pan. I don't know if I can do that; it's so much ooze left behind with the potential to become delicious fluff. I'll suck it up for this recipe.

So, I'm passionate about all things related to food, as in it's my most serious hobby and I spend as much free time and funds as possible concocting food disasters and deliciousness. When I first started baking and cooking, I was so consumed with this love I didn't even register all the weird implications surrounding women doing kitchen stuff until I went to college and girls would tell me "I WISH I had all that time to bake" and guys would pretty much say, "of course you bake, you're a girl, but I could never do it, but it's so great you do and give me delicious things to eat." I was a student and not a homemaker, but people were very quick to box me in as the little domestic girl who tinkers with sugar and spatulas. I mean, good lord people, just shove the food in your mouth and stop talking.