I never even knew I was tall in high school, because though my class was tiny I was only the 3rd tallest girl and not even in the top 10 if you counted the boys (I'm the same height as you). Then I went to college in Rhode Island, and was probably in the top 5 tallest people on the whole campus. I never had body shame…

"I'm not pedantic, I just like to split hairs," they say as they type a 5-page-long screed on finest linen stock using their 1920's Remington typewriter.

I'm only 5'10'' and I feel her 100% on the plane sitch. There is no single feeling as terrible as sitting in a seat where the distance between the back of your seat and the back of the seat in front of you is shorter than the length of your thighbone. That constant pressure on the knees is just so uncomfortable.

It's not even like they had her on All Things Considered, or insert your choice of highest-brow NPR programming here. They had her on a game show. These are people who clearly still believe in cooties.

“You got your ‘low’ culture on my high culture!”

I kind of don’t get how my proposal (that there might conceivably BE solutions to problems that are about how we structure our society, and that there are not really any conceivable solutions to the declining livability of the planet) warrants the demand that I, an individual who is expert only in one field, provide…

In that case, you can replace "social security system" in the previous sentence with literally anything else that you think is relevant to this issue, and the statement still remains true.

It’s a lot easier to overhaul a social security system that doesn’t work anymore than it is to do the same thing with the planetwide environment. Not easy by any stretch, but easier by comparison.

I was wondering about that in terms of the dove/flower headgear in the last picture - I would call any one of those a fascinator. I wonder how they determine the dividing line between the two.

I saw one big clue as to how much of a con artist she is when I looked at her art webpage - on that page, she spells her name in the Czech manner with a haček over the z - Doležal. Especially damning since her Czech last name would have come from her father - who she’s claiming was black.

My favorite is the guys that argue. "No, you're not 5'11'', because I'M 5'11'', you must be 6'2'' because they've been telling the lie long enough that they either believe it or feel they have to double down.

You say that (and for one thing 5'8'' is not particularly tall), but I’ll also bet you’ve never lived your life unable to find clothing to keep your wrists and ankles warm in chilly weather, or been unable to hear your friends all night at the club because everyone is talking at the same level as your nipples, which…

I don’t get the market. What woman with enough capital to buy a $900 handbag wants to look like she’s playing with blown-up versions of a 7-year-old’s toys? Who wants to wear a dress where the whole design is “Big Name of a Brand that is Not the Brand that Made This Dress” screen printed on silk in size-170 font? Who…

One of the proudest moments of my entire life was I once got Mo Rocca to laugh at an off-the-cuff joke I made. Getting my MA meant nothing in comparison.

By not caring, which is not really a helpful strategy to recommend to anybody else. I’m borderline asexual and being involved in other people’s sexualities makes me pretty uncomfortable unless I know them really well (flirting is really unpleasant for me to be a target of). It makes me awkward and it just gets worse…

I’m not acting attacked, I’m acting like your joke was not funny. And then you wanted to get all salty with me with “...your point?” and I am not here for that, and responded like someone who is not here for that.

That I am? I don’t get my hair did, and if I did say that, then I would be faking something I’m not. Which is what I said, Hooked on Phonics.

I’m 30 and have never even been in a relationship, but still I ocassionally like to keep my eye on What’s Available to Get Married In. Mostly because I love clothes, and think there’s no more apex ocassion to show off your personal style than at your own wedding - my own friends aren’t getting married quickly enough,…

This isn’t Rachel Dolezal’s Gawker account. I’m not trying to pretend I’m black. If you’re a WASP, you get your hair done.

You don't need to get raped to get your hair done.