A Family Business the Murdochs and the Partridges Could Only Dream of
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A Family Business the Murdochs and the Partridges Could Only Dream of

Since my brothers and I no longer fight on a weekly basis like bony Gallagher Brothers, and we’ve moved past our Mommy and Daddy Issues, I’m at a point where I think the Himmels should once again, come together and strike out on our own. The parts and people are already in place.

We’ll call it Himmel Family Planning. “The family built to help you build your family!” We have an expert to help facilitate and elevate every stage of the family lifecycle.

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She’s Not My Type, but She’s Totally My Type
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She’s Not My Type, but She’s Totally My Type

She probably has a twenty-something daughter. Her daughter is stupid hot. A spitting image of mom twenty years ago. She was a teen mom. Divorced. Never remarried. Has had the same boyfriend for fifteen years. He’s a UPS driver or a dock worker. She can change a tire but can’t tie a tie. She definitely snuck backstage and blew the Puddle of Mud frontman. She got a butterfly tattoo a week after her dad died because, “life’s transitions.” She loves Adam Sandler films and the poetry of Mary Oliver.

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Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 9, 2025
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Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 9, 2025

We’ve abandoned Freud. Nothing is nurture, it’s strict nature. Who we are is no longer defined by our experiences or our relationships with our parents or friends, but by our neurodiverse ailments. It’s no longer survival of the fittest, it’s survival of who has the most diagnoses. And with all that, so goes accountability out the window.

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We’ll Get Through This
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We’ll Get Through This

Trump’s detractors should take refuge from their panic because in America, just like in real life, all things pass. We get through things, past things, over things. And that’s a good thing. Case in point: 2011.

Fourteen years ago, when Barack Obama was still in his first term and the American Left was convinced racism was over and the stench of their farts could cure cancer, sexism, and break horses, our culture was saddled with some horrible maladies.

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