Oh, I should add that I do not send pictures of my tits or anyone else's. It's a creepy compulsion he seems to have. Such a waste.

One of the best looking men I've ever known still messages me from time to time, asking me to send him pictures of my tits. I haven't seen him in years and I know he has to do this to absolutely everybody. It's really depressing.

That's exactly what I thought. I'm so glad it wasn't just me. This is exactly how I pictured him... er, except for the tattoo.

ahem I meant "have any desire to go anywhere." Jeez! Sorry.

I worked 3 part-time jobs and saved money, and then worked barback and dead-end jobs as I went. No parental help. I didn't have student debt at that time, though.

Amen! How classist to assume that only people outside the "inner city" don't have any desire to go anywhere.

Seriously. Gross.

Yeah, ha! Good point. I was thinking that maybe it was washed out on purpose to imply a sort of washing-out, like, a joyless grayness of their lives, but then I realized they were probably just overexposed.

Yes. You are wrong. Try again.

I noticed that, too. He was probably trying to go for a "gritty" feel, but the result kinda sucks.

Yeah, okay, sure.

No, they all just look like creepy, domineering pieces of shit who spend an inordinate amount of time thinking of their daughters in a sexual context.

So the "horny young males" aren't whores?

Because this hypersexualizes young girls every bit as much as making them wear yoga pants with SLUT emblazoned on the ass.

All these men look like they want nothing more than to fuck their daughters, which I think is probably exactly why they are trying to impose restraints on their childrens' sexuality. Christ, those families must be so fucked up.

Oh yeah, those are awful! I'm a reporter and see the career TV people out on the field and after 50 or so a lot of them barely even look human any more.

Oh I had an "invisible nose job!" In other words, I had my nose reconstructed after it was broken so badly that I couldn't breathe out of it. Absolutely nobody can tell. My uncle told me that I should ask for my money back. But I am just as pleased as all get-out and now love my nose, which I once hated, even though…

Cloth pads = highly recommend.

Just came in to say the same thing or second (and third, and fourth) it. Amen and hallelujah!

People who are miserable with no way out that they can see usually try to bring everybody else into their misery. It's like the crabs in the bucket analogy.