My mum has a real talent for personal putdowns. Haha - if anyone I know reads this, they’ll know instantly who I am! Anyway, her best so far (from a broad catalogue): “I understand Jamaican men LIKE large women.” (My boyfriend’s Jamaican). Thus effortlessly getting a racial stereotype and a personal insult into one…

Absolutely not bullshit. A friend of mine passed out with her arm on top of her plugged-in iphone and wound up with a nasty second degree burn in the shape of her phone and charger. The phone’s fine. She has a burn scar.

You guys are going to need an actual Designated Survivor incident. Everyone elected along with the orange monster is worse than him, and especially Mike Pence. Actually Pence is so much worse you better hope Trump doesn’t get impeached.

No, for sure - those of you who can vote are (one hopes) rather invested in the whole shitshow. Those of us in other countries can only bite our fingers and hope - equally invested in some ways, but unable to do anything about it.

As a non-American, this whole business could be an amusing side-show sort of shitshow, if it weren’t for the fact that the whole world is collateral damage.

Is it just me or does it look like she doesn’t even have actual lady-parts? That is a store-mannequin crotch.

A couple of years ago I decided to see what the difference was in a blind-taste-test way. And I couldn’t tell which was the bottled OJ and which the concentrate. Obviously fresh squeezed is a totally different animal.

I’m so fucking sick of this.

I love potlucks, both to attend and to host. You get to show off your cooking/baking if you want, and SOMEONE will bring chips and/or other snack foods that I love but don’t buy, AND you get to try out other people’s cooking/baking! - the fuck’s wrong with that?? Also, neither I nor anyone I know could afford to cater…

It could be. They totally exist.

Dry shampoo - never been able to get that to work for me; it just makes my hair look even dirtier: dull and dry instead of oily, not much of a trade-off. I would like to wash less often but how? HOW? I have to work with the public! Two days and I feel like I should be carrying a bell and calling “Unclean” as a warning…

I don’t have a lot of friends, but I have good ones. My best friend, well, I couldn’t imagine life without her. While we both have partner/boyfriends, and I used to be miserably married, she and I are the constants in each other’s lives. I couldn’t have divorced without her. I wouldn’t have got through the misery of…

Me too. You can tear my black eyeliner from my cold dead hands. (Actually, in the interests of complete disclosure, I’ve been using a Kat Von D dark metallic green one a lot lately.)

Exact! There’s a guy I went out with ONCE, three years ago, on an OkCupid date who every few months for a couple of years would text to see if I’m interested yet, because I tried to keep it polite/jokey (although seriously “don’t hold your breath” seems pretty final to me, no?) and then a guy asked me out at my work a…

God, I am so happy to be reading this thread! I thought I was alone in loathing them both. Too long! Too contrived! Too fucking much!

I got A Little Life for Christmas and I wanted to like it - it got such a lot of great reviews! - but it’s awful! It’s miserable, and contrived, and there’s some just terrible writing, just awful sentences. And holy mother of god did it need a good edit. Couldn’t finish. Just could not.

Right, though? Jesus. It took ten years of fertility treatments and an operation to achieve my one perfect kid. More would not have been possible. And I really just didn’t want to have to discuss that with fucking everyone who felt it necessary to suggest that “only children are lonely children” (which is ENTIRELY…

$12.50/pack (in Canada, probably cheaper in the US). And come on, these things are in verrry close contact with very permeable membranes, so yeah, you want to stay pretty clean and natural, I think. At least, I do! (Also I’m vegan, so there’s that.) It’s like tampons made with non-organic (cotton’s rich in pesticides)…

Totally. And you won’t be alone. I thought that too (even if I’m alone for the rest of my life it will be totally worth it) but turns out there are other men out there...

Well, as someone who divorced after 30 years, I can tell you that there’s a fuckload of living yet to do and if your partner of those 30 years has been making you miserable for the last, like ten anyway, the freedom feels AMAZING.