This is a good time to point out as a guy, and I'm sure I'll get all sorts of angry comments (it's MY wedding for ME) but, ladies, guys HATE it when you do all that crazy shit to your hair for things like weddings. You end up looking completely unlike the woman they fell in love with and want to spend their lives…

You only did the sanding? I did self-surgery and removed two ribs on each side. My internal organs are now a bit more vulnerable, and it did hurt like hell, but I rocked that dress and my waist looked AMAZING.

This is such quintessential bullshit. When you point out the appearance of anything, the person that likes the way the appearance is or supports the message screams "But you shouldn't care what the outside looks like, that's just appearance! Don't you care about the inside?!" It's a cute argument because it allows…

Where did you hear this rumor that some men are not turned on visually? Aside from your husband of course.

But I want my White History Month!

"Women are 50% of the population, but when it comes to our interests and grievances we're treated like a niche group. Think about how crazy that is. You don't know what it feels like to be a part of the group that has never gotten to be the president."

That is probably the best, most concise, most compelling, most…

This sentence—"I also have a right to go out...without being reminded that I'm just a bag of disposable fuck-holes taking up space that isn't mine"—is like you are in my brain, putting together the words I needed for how I feel about this subject. Thank you.

Why do males feel compelled to hijack the conversation here, and in other stories here, and in life in general? I'm getting tired of this. Like they don't have anywhere else to go. Like women don't listen to this crap enough, everywhere, about all topics, even our own. For the love of Zeus, guys.

I was fat in my early 20s, and my doctor told me so. She asked about my family history, diet and exercise, etc. (though I was doing some exercise, I exaggerated in my favour. Come on Jezebel posters; you do that too, no matter what you say here.)