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By: bene (georgia's sister)

bene (georgia's sister) — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 21:22:03 +0000

okay okay okay,
the other day i found this word –

schradenfreude

and i’ve since been in love with it.
And when i saw that you find pleasure in the misfortune of others, i thought you might like it.
It basically means that. Someone who finds pleasure in the misfortune of others.

haha.
and if you already knew that…
well…

i like your blog. :P

By: caropal

caropal — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 16:24:24 +0000

I kind of imagine that I could have been that woman.

By: kylie

kylie — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 10:45:48 +0000

at least you didn’t say “SWEET DELICIOUS CRISP WHITE SOCKS!” or “GOD I WANT TO SNIFF THOSE SOCKS!” it could be worse.

By: knittinglizzie

knittinglizzie — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 03:51:33 +0000

Fun slightly racist fact of the day: White socks are called “parmas” in parts of Ohio because all the polish girls wore them.

By: Kim

Kim — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 02:38:50 +0000

Awesome.
I mean, as a young bitchy woman, anyway.
Old women with no filter irritate me, but I guess I’m (almost but) not quite old enough to have grown out of my ageism yet.

By: spaghedeity

spaghedeity — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 22:38:30 +0000

I really feel myself becoming a strange old woman.

I didn’t want to be the one to have to tell you. At least you have Elise to keep you company. You can talk about your saggy boobs and drooping vaginas.

By: Serial

Serial — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 19:57:09 +0000

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/10/opinion/10alford.html?partner=permalink&exprod=permalink

Of course, I would never be as nice as that guy. I’m much closer to your curmudgeonly manner. And that’s how I like it.

By: Jessica

Jessica — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 19:35:41 +0000

I had the same feeling the other day. I’m sure it had something to do with my becoming a crazy cat lady, but I’m also worried about my tendency toward becoming one of those weird, outspoken, eccentric old women who no one likes to hang out with except for young gay men. Or so I’ve heard.
On second thought, it might be okay.