Oh my God can we just scrap this rite of passage and have secular bat mitzvahs for all, or something? I had the same thing happen to me in 7th grade, at my 12th birthday party. My sister orchestrated it.

Yep. Usually when I have to explain my celebrity crush as "the guy who plays Loki," your average woman's response is something along the lines of, "what? ew." haha

Awww, poor kiddo.

Yah, like, what am I supposed to contribute to that conversation when I think I look AWESOME? Time to shut up and dance, I guess.

Yah, the comments people make to me now that I'm thin seem much more intrusive and spiteful than the odd, rude remark from a guy when I was larger. The difference is that the commenters seem spiteful toward themselves when I'm thin and spiteful toward me, when I'm not. Either way, it's totally inappropriate to comment…

I like to try and change the subject whenever a woman of any size brings up the subject of weight. There is no graceful way to handle it.

I feel you. That sudden "I never liked you" bullshit from a supposed best friend is the worst kind of rejection!

Shit, I'm 31 and I'm STILL hurt that the girl I thought was my best friend in grade six secretly hated me and dumped me when we got to junior high. To think an adult would betray someone in that same way...

Yah, sometimes they get to raise future seeing-eye dogs. Might make for a crowded cell, but having an animal to take care of really adds to a person's quality of life.

Amen. I wanna get one of those 1950s leos cut straight across the bottom, like boy shorts, almost.

Yes, way beyond the sexual aspect - there are whole families that get to be together for a somewhat normal weekend (albeit in a really weird, fenced unit where one member has to go to the door every few hours and recite her name & serial number). That's a godsend for anyone with a loved one on the inside. The system…

Thank you.

Don't forget the salubrious effects of scoliosis! ;)

Oh, hell, I've got the same waist/hip ratio and I've only recently found American jeans that fit me properly! I shudder at the thought of trying at Uniqlo...

Hear, hear! We did the printed thing and the invitations arrived in horrible, unusable, pixelated form. Dashed out to Target, bought a few packs of pretty notecards, glued in some inserts we printed at some horrifying copy shop in Berkeley, and did my own calligraphy for the names and addresses. Mailing that stuff…

Yah, same. I refuse to participate in the tweeness arms race. That shit got real competitive, real fast. Also, I don't have $50k.

That stuff drives me nuts/makes me barf. I was scanning Offbeat Bride last night for hair accessory ideas and every wedding profiled was something as self-involved, overpriced, and annoying as any traditional, huge wedding. Vegan cupcakes, a kitschy venue, and an orange sash do NOT make a person an anti-bride or a…

D'awww! I want to bring home a ginger buddy for my tux. Somebody down the hall has a sweet, new ginger tabby and I am trying so hard not to just station myself outside the cat's sun-basking window like a creeper.

I love hearing that stat - my family adopted a family of four orange girls off the street, in the mid '90s. People were always surprised that they were lady cats. We just lost the last of them at age 18. They were semi-feral, but pretty good girls. Apparently we bogarted the entire state's supply of female orange…

Shout out to the Bay Area's Killer Queens!