Jody Amable

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If I let everyone off the hook for extenuating circumstances like, “He’s over 50, so he probably just doesn’t know any better,” no one’s ever going to stop calling me “sweetie.”

The neighbors turned their lights off. My dog fell sound asleep. I kept reading. And at 1:03 am, I finished. All was well.

Forget a cute story of wizard wonderment — the real moral of Harry Potter is that life is an endless parade of pain and turmoil where you have to watch everyone you’ve ever loved die.

According to the magazine, women need special help understanding sports. Cue the glorious, hilarious Twitter outrage.

The further I get into this series, the harder time I am having remembering what the eff has happened so far. You see, I am an Old Lady.

There are a lot of things to hate about the Olympics.

I couldn’t help but assume the reason these people were telling me not to say even a word to this troll was because women aren’t supposed to fight back. We’re supposed to rise above — to “not stoop to their level,” as my mom used to say.

Harnessing the courage within myself—courage I didn’t even know I had—to coolly, calmly call this guy out has made me a better human being.

I was waiting to finally not like a Harry Potter book, and folks, I found it. Half-Blood Prince was boring.