Yeah, part of my hesitance to be more involved in cycling is how sexist the sport is. As a serious amateur (my bike knowledge is relatively limited but I do like to do road riding) I am very intimidated by sexist bike dudes. I am dramatically better at cycling than my husband is (we can’t ride together anymore, it…

Yeah, I would sort of love to have a woman’s road bike - I own an oldish men’s Cannondale which I bought because the price was right and it fit my super long legs. Unfortunately, the reach is way too long, even after I had the stem switched out with the shortest stem available. I am a man’s height but completely…

My assumption is always that famous people are very short and that this makes the tiny sizes make more sense. My body as a whole looks slightly thinner than hers but because I am a giant I wear a MUCH larger size.

I REALLY wish there were better words for vaginas. I love the word “cock,” it is slightly vulgar but not terrible, works well in dirty talk, isn’t actually a profanity, is concise. I assume it’s because being female is some horrible thing and no one would want to have lady parts that all the words I can think of for…

Hey, 5’11” fellow Viking war chief here!

I honestly feel bad about all of the attention on this photo, because she replied to a thing on Tumblr about how she was trying to hike and saw the dude with the camera and didn’t want to engage, so she did the rest backwards and not looking at him. That seems like a crappy thing to happen when you’re trying to take a…

Yeah this is the opinion that is starting to come up on my Facebook feed - that God makes you a gender and that is waht you are, etc.

I mean, if I had my perfect plane experience, it would involve no kids whatsoever. But since I completely understand why parents have to fly with kids, all I and the rest of us can do is hope that the kid has a good flight and isn’t disruptive. We’re still allowed to hate it when they are, the same way I hated it when…

Yeah, that was part of the problem - I think you CAN bring more than one per carrier but they have to be able to stand and turn around, and it also has to fit under the seat, so it really only means very small animals.

This is all really interesting to me, because my husband and I are on the brink of driving across the country with three cats, partially because flying with three animals looked like a nightmare. (This is also reducing the cost of the move but increasing the overall misery).

I agree - I am totally sympathetic to parents on planes, I imagine it is hugely difficult, and I always try to be as understanding as I can be. But there is a point when children really are terrible, and I am at the least allowed to be super annoyed. That doesn’t mean I’ll be a dick to a parent (I have actually NEVER…

I really prefer to fly with happy children, but I also can’t see how I wouldn’t kick a kid if she was like this in front of me. I am super tall and stick my legs (and purse, when I can fit them both) way under the seat in front of me. I guess maybe this little one does keep her legs curled up the whole time, but in…

It was so good I literally spent several minutes afterwards jumping around my house and yelling “Mad Max!! Mad Max!” while waving my arms around.

I bet it works better when she’s standing. I have a pic like that from my wedding where it’s all BOOBS and it’s just because I hit a weird combo of dress cup and angle and boob size all at the right moment.

People kept telling me I was a newlywed - apparently that counts for a year after a wedding - and I kept being like, what? I was married ten months ago and we lived together for ages before. You don’t have to congratulate me.

I love that you point some of the differences out - I weigh about 25 pounds more than I did a year or so ago (and I had actually worked that and more off and then gained it back) and there are some definite differences that I am ok with now that I am heavier. In particular, I can eat things without constantly…

That sounds 1. horrifying and 2. like something that would cause me to go around the office eating chocolate donuts and moaning, loudly, in food pleasure. (So I spite eat, is that a problem?)

I was uncharacteristically zen for most of the wedding. My parents were freaking out, my friends were expecting me to freak out, but I was just fine all the way up to the part of the ceremony where we exchanged rings. Then I started shaking, unexpectedly. On the way back down the aisle I started to choke up but only…

Weirdly, that was also one of the things I fixated on - what do I do with my engagement ring????

God yes, why does “family” always have to mean “bizarre conservative bigots who are obsessed with Thinking of the Children”? Plenty of the rest of us have families.