LadyWriter
LadyWriter
LadyWriter

That's pretty much what happened. Except I think I was drinking wine instead of eating pretzels. Because I usually am.

Poop is important! My husband printed out the Bristol (I think it's called that?) poop chart, which catalogues the seven different types of poop (with illustrations) and what they mean for your health, and taped it over the toilet at his work. 1 is the most firm and solid and 7 is entirely liquid. Now when there's

I lived with 3 roommates in grad school, and we all had a toilet paper agreement wherein we would each take turns buying a 12 pack of toilet paper when the TP was running out. This one girl, we'll call her Angie, comes home with only a 4-pack (not even double rolls!) when it's her turn. We were like, "Cool, you didn't

Thanks for saying that! I agree completely that we're taught to accommodate. I grew up in the South, and even though my mom tried very hard to fight against it, I still to this day am way more accommodating to dirtbags than I should be. I was watching a friend of mine perform at a drag contest once, and this guy came

I used to live in the Tulane-Gravier area of New Orleans, and there were always guys on their porches or construction workers building the new hospital that would catcall me when I was walking to the RiteAid or the street car, and it was NOT comfortable, but I dealt with it. But then one day I was walking to the

That is disgusting, and I am so pissed for you. When my mom was very pregnant with my little brother, she was peacefully walking down the street and came across her former boss, who had sexually harassed her when she worked for him, back before sexual harassment was a thing. He greeted her with a boob-squeeze. No

I was on a swimsuit hunt recently for something with an underwire that would appropriately support my ladies, and believe it or not, I found one at Old Navy (which i otherwise despise, but it was at an outlet mall, so why not). However! Let it be known that I am only a DD. Not sure how much luck you'd have over that.

Wait. Is this not a, you know, CHOKING HAZARD?

Hahaha oh god it's so true.

I realize the data you are giving is from your country rather than the U.S., but if we DO apply them to the U.S., the 1% population difference you seem to think is so negligible is actually over 3 million people. That's a LOT of people. Of women.

YUP. That's my boobs. Except like 5x bigger. The arm jiggle is also encroaching.

HA. I don't even HAVE a shirt size. It's different everywhere I go. Shopping is a constant exercise in trail and error. Also, did that girl at 2:03 put her bra on from her FEET UP?! Is that how it's done? I have been grievously misinformed.

Wait. People wear bras while they sleep? THIS IS A THING? Wow, I'm fucked. The boobs already go down and out to the sides whenever they're not constrained in the medieval torture devices we call "bras," and I'm not even that old yet. I'm just gonna decide it's too late for me and call it a night (with no bra on).

My mother started using a maid service in the last two years, and I'll be talking to her on the phone sometimes and she'll have to go because she needs to "clean before the maids come." And I'm like, MOTHER, YOU ARE MISSING THE POINT OF MAIDS. Apparently, she gets embarrassed if the house is too dirty, so she will

EXACTLY. And his favorite defense when I cook and ask him for help with the dishes is, "But I don't care if you cook! I'm just as happy with ordering a pizza!" And I'm like, "YOU ARE NOT HELPING YOURSELF HERE. KEEP ON DIGGING THAT HOLE."

It's a kind of sadistic power trip, I think. They're not trying to have a discussion or any real exchange of information or ideas, that's for sure. It just makes them feel bigger to watch you struggle. Sometimes, with the step-father-in-law, I feel like a sideshow amusement. He pokes the monkey to watch it dance.

On the rare occasion that my husband packs or unpacks the dishwasher or cleans the bathroom, he makes SURE that I know about it. Like it's some huge, long-suffering ordeal he's been through, and he wants me to worship him for it. I finally cracked one day and went, "Would you like a cross with that? I hear it's de

Oh man, this isn't the exact same thing because it's not just about men but about gay men, but my step-father-in-law said something a few weeks ago that put me THROUGH THE ROOF. I was arguing with him about gay marriage, you know, as usual, and he finally capitulated and said, "Fine, I don't care if gays marry. But I

Man, my husband can be "complicated," too, if that's what we're calling it. He's generally very progressive, supports almost all of the feminist issues I've shared with him, is friends with many women and LGBT folks, really wants me to become J.K. Rowling (HA) so he can quit his job and stay home with our future kids.

I've never tried Ann Taylor, but I will now! Maybe I could at least get some things that fit my bottom half. This excites me.