You might not be dealing with large family gatherings today but I will, so get in here and give me something to do other than refresh Twitter all day.
This is a safe and special place for you to use as refuge from your family, a recipe depository from your holigay feasts, and also a friend-making machine.
In short, the holidays are a weird emotional soup. So I figured we’ll play a game to distract us from our feelings. What’s the gif that best represents your current holidaze?
Welcome to the Friday Open Thread, where we process our weekly feelings together in the comments until they come out as rainbow apple cider. This Friday is a special Friday, of course, BECAUSE IT IS HALLOWEEN OH GOD SO EXCITING HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN.
Here’s how we’re gonna be brave and bold in the new year. What about you?
IT’S TIME. Get in here.
How’s your Thanksgivukkah going so far? Did you light a menorah last night? Have you turned on Pieces of April yet?
Happy New Year’s Eve! We’ll be in here talking about our feelings and figuring out how to make the world/ourselves better. And ok, probably drinking.
Whether you’re full of egg nog or feelings, this is a place to share your delight and horror during this especially special time of year.
While everybody is deciding what they’re going to do in 2012, we tell some things / thoughts / feelings / behaviors of 2011 to go fuck themselves.
Merry Happy Festival of Things That People Either Believe In or Don’t! Let’s talk some shit out, yeah? a/s/l?
What secondary pixelated world will you be occupying to avoid your respective untold holiday horrors this year?
There’s even a martini recipe!
The best Valentine I ever got was in the ninth grade and it was done in colored pencil. You?
Are you (thinking about maybe) changing your life in 2011? Tell us about it.
Really hope I get a fingerbox for Christmas.
You got feelings? Join the club. Take a seat. Extra mashed potatoes for everyone.
“And then, as though she was possessed suddenly by some sapphic demon whose realm was twentysomething nostalgia, my mom came pouring out with this entire sense-memory-ridden stream-of-consciousness tidal wave…”
Freedom smells just like barbecue! Share all your homo-holiday feelings with us today!
Still teaching your mom how to turn on her digicam? Has your nephew figured out what an app is yet? What sorts of holiday tortures did your poor tech-savvy soul endure this year?