John Mulaney, a man who is iconically known for loving his wife, after being told by Jerry Seinfeld that his wife only thinks shes good at something
Well done OP, you’ve managed to capture the moment John’s spirit left his body
Jerry’s lucky that John is too polite to throw hands
Okay but I just went and watched this for myself and it’s WORSE
He’s. So uncomfortable. It’s obvious. I cut out the part where John kind of muttered, “That is true, isn’t it” about how all men think they’re funny, but his face is just screwed up in this ‘oh god what have i done what have i signed up for this is not good and this will probably go into my next comedy special of awkwardness’
Just watched this omg bless john bc jerry just keeps trying to do some “take my wife” bullshit and john very politely goes no, no.
proud of John for restraining himself from murdering a man on camera
What’s so horrifying about this to me is that this is literally Jerry Seinfeld trying to teach John Mulaney how to gaslight his wife.
Look at that dialogue. “She thinks she knows.” He’s trying to get Mulaney to see his wife’s expertise as instead a weird misperception. He’s coaching him to undercut his wife’s confidence in the truth and her own abilities.
And Mulaney replies exactly the right way: “She does know.” He asserts not only that she’s perceiving the world accurately, but that she is an expert at something he’s not good at.
Dudes, don’t take this shit from other dudes. Mulaney isn’t by any means perfect but he aced this. Stand for the truth. Defend women’s objectivity. Promote women’s expertise.
Doesnt his wife also work with antiques too?like. Isnt that part of her actual job?
I reblog this every time because I don’t think people understand that Anna is literally an interior designer. She makes absolutely stunning Victorian Lampshades. Which she designs.. for the interior of a home… she’s literally an interior designer. She doesn’t think she’s good at it, she knows she’s good at it because it’s her fucking job
I don’t think we talk enough about how sassy coach Wymack is, when his first words to Neil were “There’s a thing called a map, you might have heard of it” like wow that’s so savage, no hello, no my name is, just sassiness all around
and all the roads will disappear: this is my big aftg fic. it was such a challenge to write because it’s entirely character-driven and I’d never delved into Neil’s mind like that. But once I got hooked by the idea I couldn’t let it go, and I liked that it enabled me to write domestic andreil in a… non-perfomative way? I liked mixing the genres–angst and domesticity, a bit of humor, a pinch of fluff–and I loved coming up with every scene. My favorite part to write was when Neil burned the photographs & the Wyoming scene, but I think my favorite is the swingset one.
ashes buried in my clothes: this fic is my baby. I’m so proud of the writing and the fact that it feels like I had an end in sight because until I wrote the word ‘Proust’ I had NO IDEA where it was going.
patch of sunlight: this is entirely self-indulgent and tbh I should indulge more because this is the easiest piece to write in my entire life. I’m just… really into real estate shows and there was a ray of sunshine falling on me the entire time. This fic was born.
bones of our childhood: this is my first aftg story and it means a lot to me. Loved writing aaron’s pov and exploring his relationship with andrew, which is one of the most interesting part of the series imo
jealous andrew: I LOVE THIS PROMPT SO MUCH wow. I don’t know, Andrew felt so natural when I wrote him. I love his POV.
Nothing but My Aching Soul 