One of the worst weird parts of adult life is when you think someone is trying to be your friend and then they just try to sell you Mary Kay or It Works.

In the past two months I have noticed so many millennials on my Instagram and Facebook (I work at a college) are now selling Mary Kay. It happened very quickly. That combined with the Kardashian post makes me put these two very flimsy pieces of evidence together to determine that Mary Kay is doing a big marketing push…

Granted, I haven’t watched Mom but I feel like this is more of a “We love Allison Janey” thing than a “This is a great show and she deserves an award for her performance in it.” kind of thing.

I liked seasons 1 & 2 way better than this season. It’s still a good show but this wasn’t the best season.

She has always seemed like the absolute worst to me.

“Little boyish mini legs” is fabulously mean.

I love all of them and I’m pretty sure they’re all on my iPhone right now. I stopped buying music in 1999.

This is old but funny. It’s funny to me at least.

Interesting! Yes, the biggest O’s that I have are when I’m on top during P in V and we use a vibrator on my clit. Those are the kinds that make me scream.

Yes, I think that too “oh that house is gorgeous . . . but the heating costs!” It’s like how when my mom would watch the Oprah “favorite things” episode with this wistful look on her face and would say “they have to pay taxes on that . . .”
I come from a long line of negative bitter people.

I’d only feel better if I knew that everyone out there who wants a sex life has the sex life that they desire.

Aww man. I’m just jealous. Like how when I drive by rich people’s houses I tell myself “They’re probably deep in debt” or “Disney World probably isn’t even that much fun.” It’s a coping mechanism.

Yes, figure out what you like and what you need. Figure out the different kinds of partners that are out there so that if/when you finally decide to settle down with someone you can know that you looked around and tried different things and that this is a good fit for you.

Yes! That’s the key - effort. And not like “I am furiously trying to make you come” - but effort in making it about intimacy with ME. That’s the effort. Make an effort to make me feel good either psychologically through compliments and touch or just good physically through positions or touch.

No, I agree with you about the enjoyment. I don’t have to have an orgasm, I just need to feel like it’s fun for me. And whether that means he’s very into me and I feel that desire or that he’s trying hard to make sure I feel good, even if it doesn’t result in orgasm. That’s good on me. Pretty much anything other than…

I honestly don’t even believe that orgasms through penetrative sex are real. Same for squirting. No, I’m just talking about a regular ol’ clit orgasm. I spent my teen years and early 20s surrounded by men who 1) overwhelmingly did not find me attractive. 2) wanted orgasms but refused to give any pleasure in return.

I flip flop between wanting to scream at myself for wearing what I was wearing and styling my hair the way I did. But then I also had such terrible self-esteem in high school and I look at pictures of me and I think “You were doing OK, little me. Why did you think you were so terribly ugly? You were fine! You look…

Good lord. I was like 26. I hate my life.

If I can’t afford a pair of their pants, I sure as fuck won’t be able to afford to live in an entire lululemon house. Unless of course you mean I am supposed to live in the pants. I could do that. They have an elastic waist.

I own the second rug. I bought it after my kids knocked overs iced coffee on the jute rug I bought used from a rich friend. The coffee stained the jute and it looked like someone shit on my rug. The second rug was purchased at Big Lots for $59. It’s an 8x10 rug. It’s so synthetic it’s impossible to stain. I’d love to…