Isn’t the millennial cutoff 2000, making the youngest 16/17?

Our formerly fat kitty played this trick all the time. For a while my husband thought he was the only one who ever fed that beast because he was such a con artist.

My daughter has been thrilled because she’s loved 90s fashion forever. My best friend recently cleaned out her closet and gave her a bunch of her clothes from high school (98-02). They fit right in with all the super trendy stuff now, but it’s way cooler because they’re actually original.

I really hope I get actual white hair as I get older. My grandma dyed and permed her hair until we convinced her to stop at around 80, and we discovered she has the most gorgeous silken white hair. My mom is so jealous because hers is coming in course gray, but she’s always taken more after her father’s side. I’m just…

I’ve had to stop my mom from ripping a dress off my body to fix a pleat, so yeah, same boat. I hate ironing though, so my kid is on her own unless she can talk dad into it. He’s pretty darn good.

Right? In any case, how does common sense not kick in and say “there’s hair all around my head, it should all get brushed”?

I don’t remember the last time I did any of my 17-y-o’s laundry, aside from the occasional shared load. I might toss her stuff in the dryer if I need the washer, but that’s about it.

I totally fantasized about scenarios like this as a seventh grader when my good friend/super crush wouldn’t date me and spent the whole year at the whim of a girl I couldn’t stand. “One day we’ll grow up and he’ll realize I’m not just ‘one of the guys’ and then THEY’LL ALL SEE!” He and I are now each married to other…

Hey, my grandpa built a hugely successful business and became a multi-millionaire with only a seventh grade education! I should just tell my daughter to drop out of school now, right? She’s got four years on him! /s

I have a distinct memory of the oddest thing triggering some of my earliest disordered body thinking: watching Rudy with my friend in fifth grade. When the coach or someone tells Rudy “You’re five foot nothing, 100lbs nothing” my friend said “wow, I’m taller than him” and I said “wow, I weigh more him”. For some…

Those sites are diabolical. I remember in high school trying so hard to follow all their tips and scrolling through pages on end of thinspo photos that were probably photoshopped anyway waiting for my body to start looking anything like theirs. I still struggle to this day, but I’m so glad I haven’t been to any of…

Ok then, I’ve been meaning to say this to you for a while: you’re super awesome and I always look forward to your comments on everything. You bring such a remarkable heart to everything you post and you genuinely seem like a truly wonderful person. The people you allow in your inner circle must be truly lucky. I…

Wow, this is crazy familiar. I had a very close friend who I’d known for ten years before I was diagnosed with Lyme. She’d seen me getting sicker for a long time and had been one of the people pushing hardest for me to find out why, but as soon as I told her it was Lyme everything from her was some version of “well,…

Wait, driving with earbuds in? Come to think of it, I’ve seen adults do this. Makes me want to slap them until they fly out.

Yes! I may have had that exact diskman, too.

Parenting is hard, but goddamn people, that’s no excuse!

Seconding Glamorise. It’s not the very best I’ve ever had, but it’s quite good and the price is almost impossible to beat. There are several different styles on Amazon, so take a look and see what looks best to you. Funny enough, I actually heard about them from an episode of Good Mythical Morning where the guys…

I’m actually more likely to let my leg hair grow in the summer because I wear shorts and shorter skirts that don’t rub on it. I don’t care about baring hairy legs, I just want to be comfortable.

Let’s you and me start a club! We can lift heavy then get all glammed up while laughing at society’s expectations. I love high (and I mean high) heels, dresses, makeup and hair styling. I also earned the nickname GI Jane in the junior high weight room. My husband appreciates that I could probably kick his ass much…

My husband told me a few years ago not to worry about shaving/waxing for his benefit because while he enjoys it he doesn’t want me to put myself out for him. “Oh honey, don’t flatter yourself. This is for me.” I sweat like a workhorse as a baseline in a place that sees months of 100+ temps; pit and crotch hair gets…