I’ve been to at least 10 funerals in my life. Only one person was cremated and, of the casket funerals I’ve been to, only one was closed. A number of those open casket funerals included wakes the night before and standing in the cemetery until the grave was filled after. I’m from the South, we personalize death to a…

“when someone does a good job, they’re supposed to be congratulated by saying they are ‘so good looking.’”

I had popcorn for lunch.

When I was a teenager, my friends and I got caught climbing the fence into one of the fanciest gated neighborhoods in our city. The police officer who spotted us didn’t call for backup, didn’t get out of the car, and let us go when we explained we were playing a prank on a friend who lived in the neighborhood*. He…

D:

Ah, true. I got too mad and mathed wrong.

YES.

Oh Jesus fucking Christ.

In that community, she has no right to have an opinion about sex. If she hates it, she’ll be told it’s Satan working in her heart and her fault for failing to forgive.

Even if she left him, how would she support herself? She has no education, no work experience, and grew up in a culture that taught her to rely completely on a man for support. Is she going to have to move back in with her dominating family and be treated like a teenager again?

The only way I’ve ever managed to bathe a cat involved a double sink. Filled one side with soapy water, one side with clean, and did the fastest dunk/swish around a bit/ and release that I could. That cat was a vicious monster, though.

I had one cat for 15 years and only ever bathed him twice. Once he peed all over himself on the way back from the vet. The second time someone (NOT ME) spilled pancake syrup all over him (it was me...). The two I have now have never had baths.

I think myself, and my male friends had heard of this treatment toward women many times before, but never witnessed it up close like this.

The good ones I hear are always young Carrie Fisher (which I don’t really see) and someone named Meera Reed on Game of Thrones (I’ve never seen it but the still photo someone sent me does kind of favor me).

I grew up in a Southern Baptist church that had an odd mix of “modern” Christians and full on charismatic demon fighters. My family never did the laying on hands, OMG demons, spiritual visions bullshit but it wasn’t uncommon in the church.

I don’t hate Poppy as much as most cutesy trendy baby names. At least it’s spelled like an actual dictionary word.

When I was younger and less inclined to stand up for myself, I allowed a boyfriend to shame me into daily shaving. I hated it, my skin hated it, and the boyfriend bitched about my stubble all the time. He insisted I try waxing but we were both broke as fuck so we got a home waxing kit and made a go at it with zero…

Can’t say that being yelled at on the internet would ever compel much of anyone to “do their own research”. That’s a shitty way to correct someone’s mistake.

You know, people respond better to not being jumped on and called ignorant when you have some information to share that they may not know.

Steven Tyler’s new selling point: go ahead, show him your dick. He’s cool about it.