Me too. I moved here from Colorado in February and when my friends post pictures from back there I refuse to look at them because the reminder of that crucial mistake seems so cruel. This state is a backwards, redneck shithole. (Cue native Texans in denial.)

I'll add to what people are saying about kids talking like that. I was a teacher; it's not weird to me. Stuff like, "When I was a girl…" (boy talking) or memories of things they'd never done. I'm a churchgoing Episcopalian VBS teacher and HECK YEAH do I believe in past lives. My theory is kids are "fresher" and…

And for anyone who isn't convinced by this, and still feels the need to go in blackface, "ironic" or not: go in "whiteface," instead. ("Clown white" on the face, black on the lips.) It has more of that ironic/subversive quality than blackface does anyways, and it's less controversial because most people are going to…

I love her and I will always love her (screw the haters), but I was incredibly disappointed that she was taking the side of an abuser. I've been able to write off the other controversies she's created, but this was just too much. So this is good! It's sad that nine women had to speak out against him before she…

I should note that I def had to explain the costume to a few people, because sloshing a martini glass around while drunkenly attempting bon mots is a pretty normal Saturday night for me.

I have been reading all of these with total nonchalance. Stone cold. Cool ghost story bro. And then I read "Look at Me".

As a woman I don't want to know how to do make up like a pro. I want to understand and know make up like a Drag Queen.

had a friend who lived in a place that gave her the heebie jeebies with her husb. They were newly married. They are / were one of those constant bickering kind of couples - she's type a, driven & he's type b but always willing to be contrarian. But in the new place she just could not control her anger. Anyone who knew…

WOW THIS IS ALL BULLSHIT

PS, I wasn't trying to make light of your loss! Just realized that first response might sound crass. Poor little guy; I truly am sorry.

I have lots of ghost stories and am an empath (it's okay if y'all think I'm a freak). I don't usually share my ghost stories because I keep entertaining the idea of writing a book even though I am nothing close to a writer. But anyway, I thought you, vanitas1918, would like this one of mine.

y'all, it is OKAY to be an atheist and acknowledge that (some) supernatural shit happens.

As some of you know, I grew up in a very rural part of northern Utah. My family were transplants from California, and because we weren't mormon, we never really fit in. I spent a lot of time alone as a child and had a reputation for being a bit strange. We had started out in a cabin in the woods, far from everyone…

Curanderas know their stuff. The legit ones, anyway. My mom and her sister almost drowned when they were little when they were all in a boat and it turned over. Her grandma, a devout Catholic, took them to a curandera because they were "asustados" ( frightened) and had a broom swept over them to rid them of the…

I have a close girlfriend - well, we've waned a bit in the past 6 years, but we love each other - whose brother and nephew have a similar story.

This isn't a ghost story, but it does still scare the shit out of me nearly 15 years later….

When I was about ten, I finally told my mom about a recurring nightmare I'd been having for as long as I could remember. In the dream I knew I was very, very young. I was sitting in the grass next to a lake with my (dream)mother. Dream Mother wore an old-looking white dress and was focused on something in her lap. I…

OOoooOOOOoooooo I love these stories! As an atheist, I have some issues with ghosts because, well, I don't believe in an afterlife per say, but I've seen a few.

Context: I am recounting an experience that I had about 8 years ago when I was a sophomore in college in West Chester, PA. I am recounting it to the best of my ability but some details might have been lost due to the time passing and the fact that I try not to think about this all that often.

My mother comes from the Isle of Man, which is about halfway between England and Ireland. There's a place called the Fairy Bridge and it's considered wise to greet the fairies when you're passing it, or they might get angry with you and you don't want that. When Mum was about 10, she had a girl friend from England who…