Jello Pudding makes everything better.

I spent last night and the bulk of this morning writing a massive post exploring my getting-fired-from-It's-Always-Sunny-In-Philadelphia story through the lens of gender and sex in the workplace. It's essentially a retelling of the post I wrote on the subject many years ago, but it's only over the past couple of years that I've started to understand that what I went through, while devastating, wasn't especially unique - and I think that's an important part of the story to explore. (I also wanted to tell the story again because my first try was terribly written and I'm annoyed about that.) I didn't publish it here because you've already read parts of it if you've been reading RG for awhile, but if you'd like to check it out it's over on Medium.

Anyway. I'm exhausted and headache-y from the exercise of dredging up decade-old feelings, and so today? I am going to write about refrigerators.