Timelies all!

I guess there was an upside to not being popular(and therefore not invited to parties) in high school. I know there was a lot of drinking at the parties(because people would talk about how wasted they got), but not about anything else.

I sincerely hope Cosby just dies very quickly now that he's been sentenced. Truth be told I'd be pretty happy if a few hundred predators just had massive brain aneurisms overnight. I'm sick of people.

Relatedly my depression often looks like anger.

I've been eating out Willy nilly and I overdrew my bank account because stupid.

I keep finding myself thinking how assassination seems reasonable to solve some problems, but there's so damn many targets it probably wouldn't be that efficient.

Relatedly my depression often looks like anger.

Ditto.

Would this be the place to discuss The Manifest (new TV show; first episode aired last night)?

If someone answered Toddson, I missed the answer. Also, Toddson, how was Manifest? I meant to watch it, but worked late and didn't set the DVR.

Today, I watched a screener for A Million Little Things, which premieres Wednesday night on ABC at 10/9 C. It's pretty unabashedly tapping into the same vein as (not plot-spoiiling premise talk --->) * This Is Us, but it is about friends rather than family. * That said, I really liked it, and if I can find the time, will probably watch the screeners for episodes 2 and 3, also.

There's more on the show on the ABC website [link] if anyone's wondering what I'm talking about. David Giuntoli, Ron Livingston, Romany Malco, Allison Miller, Christina Marie Moses, Christina Ochoa, Grace Park, James Roday, Stephanie Szostak, and Lizzy Greene star.

Is anyone planning to check it out?

I keep finding myself thinking how assassination seems reasonable to solve some problems, but there's so damn many targets it probably wouldn't be that efficient.

Thank god someone else thinks this. The first part anyway. I'm willing to work on logistics.

I'm feeling very strange about Cosby. I know what he did, and he deserves everything he gets/got and more, but it's also really hard to associate that behavior with the public figure who sold pudding and talked about "my brother Russell" and was Cliff Huxtable to me for a really long time.

And the fact that the same man who did those things was also doping and raping women just makes me ill. In a "who *can* I trust" way, I guess.

I'm feeling very strange about Cosby. I know what he did, and he deserves everything he gets/got and more, but it's also really hard to associate that behavior with the public figure who sold pudding and talked about "my brother Russell" and was Cliff Huxtable to me for a really long time.

My theory is that we're feeling like this, because we're no longer in our original timeline. Consider this:

• Bill Cosby is a serial rapist
• Donald Trump is President -- of the frigging United States of America
• Dunkin' Donuts is all: "Our name is now 'Dunkin'."

In high school I hated the fact that I was essentially treated as non-sexual (and I know that this isn't the experience of every person with a disability), but lately I'm starting to feel grateful for it.

Me too, although I did not have a disability. But what I was was some sort of attractive to both friend's dads and old men. So I was not assaulted, I had dads talking about how good I looked in a bathing suit from 6th grade on and older men who pinched, groped, and made lewd comments, mostly at my workplace. I remember always making sure if I was putting the lotto numbers up, I did it before opening, because I was sure to get me pinched/groped as I had my hands over my head, but some 60 plus year old man. And I thought nothing of it. Just a thing to endure. So now I am mad, but also with a side heaping of how having a sort of jolie laid face and a sort of Marilyn Monroe body, and just a sense of innocence made me invisible to young men my own age and but just brought out possible predators. And it makes me angry, but also a little glad that I escaped relatively unscathed. But I was perfect prey, because I was like dog shit to young men my own age and I think they sensed it. I think it was only my experience with my cousins being victims and my mother's paranoia that all older men were sexual predators that kept me safe. And it is a weird place to be because I do still sort of resent my mother for being so suspicious and vigilant, because I haven't been in a relationship for around 20 years. I make an assumption that my mom was assaulted or molested due to how vigilant she was about it, but it also could be because she was the mandated reporter that my cousin went to.

It's funny, because I'm always thinking about how lucky I was in college -- I got drunk at parties all the time, and left without my friends, and went off with guys I barely knew, and it was always fine.

Except for all the groping. If I wore a skirt, I would ask friends to walk behind me at parties, because people were constantly grabbing my ass. And not just slapping my ass like the guy in the gay bar after college, but fully reaching in. Yikes.

You guys, my ass isn't that amazing.

I was long term dating a guy in my twenties and his BFF was groping me constantly. Again, my ass is not that great. And I talked to my boyfriend about it and he said I needed to take care of it myself. But I was so polite in those days I could only deflect or avoid, so it was really difficult