Callipygean
Callipygean
Callipygean

Yeah, I have two Spanx - a half slip and a biking-short-type-thing, and neither stays in place, ever. The slip rolls up into a ring around my midsection — spare tire is EXACTLY the look I'm going for when I'm looking for shapewear.

You know what this site needs? A story about people's impressions the first time they meet someone black. Or Asian. Followed by several hundred offensive comments. That would be fun! Because everyone knows that black people are loud and fat, just like on tv! Oh, you mean they're not?

You should be proud of being a mature adult because the glorification of extended adolescence is just another sign that the narcissists have taken over. It means you've made it DESPITE living in a Jersey Shore culture that celebrates youth, partying, and activities that responsible people used to grow out of by the

It absolutely blows my mind that there are people brilliant enough to understand this and to work on new discoveries.

I like you.

I'm going to go with, "because I'm horribly non-photogenic, and every time someone tags a picture of me on Facebook, my ex can gloat that his new girlfriend is so much hotter than I am, and the new girlfriend, who never looks bad in pictures ever, can rest assured that she's so much hotter than I am." For every decent

A lot of the fretting about declining fertility rates in developed countries is that there won't be enough workers to support old people. But there aren't enough jobs for the workers we already have. How can adding more in the future be anything but counterproductive? I'm not a demographer or economist or

People just out of grad school who are absolutely convinced they know more than anybody else and who regularly disregard advice and instructions from more experienced workers. (Not saying this is you, but the snot-nosed punk I've been assigned to mentor is the single biggest stressor of my workday.)

I grew up with The Baby-Sitters Club. In my mind, sitters are teenagers too young to get a formal job. It wouldn't even cross my mind to expect certifications and professional experience and whatnot from a sitter. I was also a latchkey kid from around age 9. I can already tell I'm going to have CPS on my ass for

The water thing reminds me of advice for disasters in general: keep a go-bag by your bed. Earthquake, tornado, house fire, or even an intruder you need to escape from — you want to be able to grab your necessities and run.

Living in an old house that has been retrofitted for modern conveniences is nice but at times frustrating. Today's frustration — strange wiring. I dropped a small screw down the garbage disposal. I could see it with a flashlight, so I stuck my hand down there, while my mind displayed images of the disposal

Whenever I see something on my bed, my mind immediately jumps to bedbugs, spiders, and roaches, in that order. Usually it's lint. But just in case — did you vacuum it up?

I wonder how America would fare with a mixed system. I used to live in a country with a parliament that was part directly-elected (first past the post) and part proportional representation (based on party lists, ethnicity, and gender). It was nice in theory, but in practice the same old-guard elite still controlled

I have Prime and use it primarily for the shipping. Even that is more of a nice-to-have than a have-to-have, since I usually end up ordering items that would have qualified for free shipping anyway. I want to love the Kindle library and streaming videos, but I've been really disappointed with the selection.

In Rwanda, Health Care Coverage That Eludes the U.S.