My kid was super wiry and flexible, so she could hide in the most insane places. Not only did I have the anxiety of “oh fuck the kid is missing”, I had to worry she’d finally gotten herself actually stuck somewhere awful. I used to find her in tiny cabinets and drawers, up on high shelves because she was also an…

And it’s awesome that they wanted to make sure he was someone worthy of her. Sure, it would be fun to see the damsel in distress bit turned on its head, but then why would she want anything to do with someone so beneath her?

My husband just caught on to this too. “You know, shaving your armpits is actually pretty great!” I think his are currently more closely trimmed than mine. Actually, he’s been enjoying less body hair overall lately. Leaves the chest alone though, which is nice.

Always both.

I’d like to see a resurgence of “gal” in common usage.

Yup. It’s nearly impossible to find anyone who can help you at any but the in-theater dining theaters around me. When we saw Django, two women with five little kids came in and sat a few seats down the (front) row from us. Bad enough with the kids being noisy and two of the younger ones running around. Then about an…

My grandma, 93 now, counseled me from a very young age to always bring bug-out money on a date and keep it somewhere secure like my shoe or bra. She said a lady should always have the option to pay her own way and/or her own way home if a man doesn’t act right, never feel beholden to some jerk.

Me too, I miss the girl. Her life has not gone happy places since then.

I had a friend who wouldn’t go to her own mailbox at the end of her own driveway without full hair and makeup. She felt so shitty about her weight and overall appearance that she thought it was the least she could do for anyone who might see her. We were in 8th grade. Broke my heart and made me so mad at the world.

I hope really, really poorly.

I know if I’m not at least rocking a full cat eye liner I can’t even tell the difference between a thong and a boy short.

I was hanging around the house in my undies and a tank top one day when my husband asked me to help him carry something into the yard. I hopped up thinking no big deal and helped him outside without bothering to throw pants on. Of course once out there I promptly backed into the potted cactus garden and got a cheek…

I think there’s a thing least one medical school that will accept cadavers after they’ve been harvested for viable organs. Makes sense, there’s still a lot leftover to work on. That’s my plan.

We thought no one could unintentionally see into our back yard because we have fairly high fences on two sides and a high wall on the third. Turns out, one of our neighbors is ridiculously tall so the fence means nothing. Hopes dashed.

I think my riding instructor might have actually slapped me if I’d done that.

I’m thinking that’s just “celebrity being forced to do millionth stupid goddamn thing this week alone to promote this movie” coming through there.

That’s a great rule! You sound a lot like my little sister, the person who helped push me into my current open mindedness. She loves to tell me “you’re fucking hot, if the clothes don’t look good it’s their fault”. She actually yelled at a dress once because my boobs looked bad in it.

I like all these looks except the red latex for exactly that reason; I really wanted to see her in an A-line.

I’ve hit this adventurous phase recently where I’ve decided to at least try something on if I like it, damn the “rules”. It has opened my world up to things I never thought I could wear. Things I admired wistfully, thinking “if only”, are now my favorite go-to items. I say go for it!

He actually said something like that to me once! All I could really say was “yeah, I know”.