I watched two of my good friends go through law school. Their first year was filled with panic attacks. One friend had a complete freak out when she took her first test. When it came to study for the bar, I never saw or heard from either of them.

God, law school will ruin a person. RUIN. Especially the 1L year. FUCK THAT

My first semester of law school, final exams. I was so stressed, I wasn't eating. In fact, I weighed less then than I had since middle school.

I just want a whole show about LuAnn defending her right to hook up.

"Be cool. Don't be all, like, uncool."

Being a woman is so brutal.

We are so fucking metal.

I met him once and he was so nice and it was so hard not to mention

I know I'm in the minority on Jezebel about this but...I don't really care. She works for a church-based organization. It's far from shocking that they would care about this and fire her for it.

Long story, but the lesson learned: No matter how well-meaning, holding an intervention for your friend's ill-advised engagement is a good way to get kicked out of the wedding party. And if she changes her mind and re-invites you, make sure you reply within an hour or she'll dis-invite you. Again.

When the first two comments on the post are about white men who are also accused rapists or child molesters but who don't receive this same vitriol or treatment, it really makes me take a second and think.

Shout out to my great-grandmother, who had the charm of a fucking snapping turtle

Whoever wrote this is far closer, emotionally, to their teenage years than they should be, and should under no circumstances be dispensing advice to anyone.

It's my 16th Birthday today. This is not helpful. This is strange. All teenage girls are not the same. I am my own self, and I will not conform.

Well, this guy hasn't snapped out of his cultural conditioning either.

Oh, I was raised Catholic in the South. Shame is a big part of my everything.

I was dating this guy, and I was attracted to him on an intellectual level because he was so creative, but the physical attraction wasn't very high. He was kind of an awkward lover - if we switched from me on top to him on top, instead of rolling over, he'd stand up on the bed while I laid down. And not only would he…

I was kind of seeing this dude I worked with, and after a few dates we ended up in my room. We start making out, he's on top of me and when we french kiss, his tongue basically flops dead fish style into my mouth and stays there. Not moving. Trying to make the best of a bad kiss I get on top of him and jam my hand…