Ugh, I am so sorry you had to grow up like that. While my mother could be a jerk (she took her divorce hard — harder than she wanted to admit — and I think she took her pain out on us a bit), at least she didn’t mock me for my interests. (....just asked us to stop acting like freaks or nerds so much.... Jesus, I’m…

Jeez, this just reminded me of how my mom would guilt-trip me about hanging out with friends who lived about a half-hour away and how she’d have to drive me around, waste two hours of her day to do so, why couldn’t I make friends closer to home, etc. (Nevermind that I attended a consolidated school, so kids were from…

That’s similar to how we were trained on my high school track team. When a runner gets close to the finish line, the temptation may be so slow down a hair because you’re pretty much already there. We were trained to treat Lane 2's starting line as the finish line. Now, this could be incidental or it could have been…

I call it YTI - YouTube Technical Institute. It’s definitely helped me with a couple of hardware-replacement issues I faced in a new-to-me house that needed some updates.

My first job was drywall repair, so I learned all of this as a teen. Obviously so many people out there didn’t have the same upbringing or life experiences, so I can definitely see how people sort of let this skill fall by the wayside.

This is great. In my home economics class, we had the option to do an extra-credit assignment that was about balancing a checkbook as a type of financial planning, but obviously that was voluntary. Otherwise, there was no instruction on that stuff in my school (also making food in that class was a joke — it was more…

But what about Louboutin? I took a practical language in school, thank you (it was Spanish, and I’m now prepared for the onslaught of jibes from my Canadian brethren), so French names always give me a hard time.

Thank you so much for sharing your impressions. I made the mistake of being in Augusta, Georgia, one year during the Masters. I’m surprised my car made it through without being smeared with self-important pedestrian blood.

I was told I was Gen Y as a youth. But now publications are saying I’m a Millennial. Just fuck off with that shit and stop blaming me for the crumbling values and other tripe.

That’s a damn fancy shitter. I’ve just used the bowl Americans are used to and this glory:

That’s the style of Ronald McDonald I saw when I lived in Thailand. See, he’s wai-ing to show respect.... Not at all planning on devouring your soul.

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I doubt that helped. Or maybe it helped in all the right ways.

Sweet baby Jeebus, I much prefer being an employee.

I didn’t do anything special when I was upgraded that one glorious time.

Oh, Tampa has had its fun share of ridiculous nicknames.

And here, I’m the opposite. Juleps taste like I just brushed my teeth before committing to my daily dose of alcoholism.

Finally, someone who gets it. Samoas are the fucking best ever. I swear I hear a chorus of angels every time I open a box. And when I nuke them in the microwave for maybe 5 seconds so they’re just barely gooey?

I would watch the bejeebus out of all these movies. I think the seamstress dreaming of being a singer and the WWII love story grab me the most, though

After countless arguments, spats, and just general resentment on my part when my husband kept not doing anything around the home while still expecting me to cook and clean while I had two jobs, I forced him to sit down and write out his expectations of me as his partner, while I would populate a list of my…