So you've been growing your hair out since childhood, but then you go and buy a type of shampoo known for being completely destructive to hair. Then you go one step farther and get the generic version?

If you identify with your hair, and having long, luxurious locks is your thing, why in the world would you use Wal-Mart brand shampoo on it?

I am a mom and it is definitely a lot of work. Different work than my 8-5 corporate gig, but certainly work. But this bugs me for a few reasons.

You don't really learn how to balance your cheque book until you have children. Before then, you're just throwing money at things, letting wounds fester until a part falls off and wondering what that strange thing with the knobs is taking up space in the kitchen.

Faking orgasms and then complaining that your partner isn't good in bed might be the single most ridiculous thing you can do in a relationship.

I normally have very little compassion (read:none) for folks who injure babies or children, but serially getting pregnant and then committing infanticide is not the action of a sane person. She must either have been mentally ill, or in some kind of horrific abuse situation that she would consider killing her own…

I saw him during his "Stripped" tour, wherein he was dressed as you see him now. The question came up, when he came out the stage door after the show was over to spend time with fans and answer questions. His response was pretty akin to what it is up top - who cares. He can dress however he wants, whenever he wants.…

Agreed. I think by doing whatever the flip he wants and whenever he wants to affirms that he doesn't need to answer to anyone and, frankly, it's not his job to try and ensure people's comfort over who he is. When you think about it that way, it's makes this policing all the more infuriating, doesn't it? That…

Sometimes I feel like a bitch for my no response policy when it comes to comments on the street from dudes. Although, the last time I didn't respond to a guy who innocuously tried to get my attention and I just kept walking bay (I had just been turned down on a job interview and didn't want to fucking deal with…

I immediately clicked this hoping it would help me, as I am broke. While I am awesome with budgets when I have regular money, my biggest problem in life has been struggling with just how unable to function I really am with my level of broke-ness.

I'm pretty a-religious, so I've decided to believe that this a self-insertion/OC Jesus fanfiction.

What I think is interesting, what's really interesting to me is how culturally biased this is. Case in point, we're assuming a couple of things:

Nana was stuffing those bills in and giggling up a storm. Then she was embarrassed once the video made it on the internet and her parents son caught her in the act.

I'm pretty sure Bernice knew exactly what that young, muscular, almost dude man was doing and was thinking damn, I wish I was 20 again. That honey…

"Just a little peril?"

Because he's a dick.

Good eye, though!

I love that my boyfriend says it so doesn't matter but "coincidentally" doesn't head downtown when I am within 10 days of my next waxing. And yet he makes no apologies when he's not manscaped. Now, I really don't care if he is or isn't, but I resent the double standard (that he totally denies).

Yeah, but that dudeness is going to earn me 30 cents more per dollar.

Forget tweezing. Let's do threading.

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This is SO inspiring. Gymnastics is so often criticized for squashing creativity by forcing girls to be as beautiful dancers as they are powerhouse tumblers, reducing dance to pretty wrist flicks juxtaposed with insane tumbling, and look at this girl! She is absolutely KILLING IT, she's made her routine utterly her…