I used to crush hot & heavy on a guy who dressed like this. Even wrote him a love note, put it in my pocket, f-ing lost it and later denied it all when confronted with by everyone! All because of that hot navy blue polo short golf shirt under that pale pink button down. A little bit of pre-adolescent heaven right…

Your mom is a pro! Hat’s off to her for that one - and I speak as the mom of 3. I will be using that play should it ever become necessary.

You should be a steel-toed boots salesperson because you just sold me on a pair.

Now it would just be called a month-long yoga workshop focusing on savasana (corpse pose). Where do I sign up?

Habitual residence?

My guy’s ex was a lingerie model and later a Bond-girl AFTER divorcing him. Two decades later and it still bugs me. I just suck in my stomach a lot - including while sleeping - and pretend not to care. And I sneak chips.

In the writer’s defense, I also used to order delivery from a local Thai place just 2 blocks from my apartment when I was in grad school in Chicago. During a storm. Sometimes I walked it but if I was in the middle of studying, I ordered delivery —- and paid a good tip for it. Never the crab rangoon though, that stuff…

Needs an umlaut over the “i” and the “a”.

Know it

Confused: University of Chicago- Illinois is not a thing but University of Illinois - Chicago is.

Been there. Found out the guy I briefly *dated* was still married to his “ex” AND had a girlfriend. I was the other woman! Aw HELL naw! I didn’t sign up for that! Anyway, he confessed because he was too freaking tired from all the freaking, that he couldn’t keep it up anymore, that he was spending too much money on…

Lord please tell me that this isn’t all because he couldn’t get a date. It is, isn’t it. I just know it. Bowl-cut boy couldn’t get a date - and it couldn’t possibly be the haircut that’s the problem - so he just went and shot up some black people reading the bible. Fixed it, less black people so more women for him now.

They don’t call them mealworms for nothing.

I grew up being called am *oreo*. That’s “ black on the outside and white on the inside” for those who don’t know. OREO. Now tell me please, somebody, anybody, HOW -just HOW is SHE going to set the standard of what makes anybody worthy of representing their own culture through their own voice? How? Where do you…

From my local supermarket shelves in Amsterdam.

Well it just goes to show you that the struggle to be a black woman is real. Especially if you’re not actually a black woman.

100% dick.

Yup it’s a dick. Definitely a dick. No doubt about that being a dick right there on her elbow. No unseeing that dick now.

Not even in 1996 because he talked. Not hearing him speak would have helped but he’s clearly talking in that old photo and that is such a turn-off. It looks like he’s expressing his opinions... total boner-killer.

Just affirmation that I’ve been doing it right for years! I long ago decided that it’s impossible to stay absolutely true to myself while being likable by everyone, all the time, in every possible situation. Nope. Maybe only unicorns like me some time but I’m absolutely fine with that. Add to that the stereotype that…