Ugh, don't call it "Greek life." Greek life is living in Greece.

My mother used to make me return them and give her the money. So for awhile, I just gave her the money. Now we don't exchange presents at all, because it's just handing the same amount of money back and forth. Plus, we don't speak. Much easier.

I mean, she had to be, right? She kept talking about how we were getting this high-tech fitness stuff (Fitbit, Garmin) and it just never appeared.

The trick with Starbucks gift cards is to buy cute travel mugs from which you can drink real coffee and not ashtray garbage water.

I rule that they are good. They take time and talent, unlike the cheap novelty socks that some poor Malaysian woman is weaving on a loom that most likely is not up to safety code.

Here's the conversation I had with my husband last night: "wow, my family REALLY improved their knowledge of me as displayed by their gift selections. I really feel pretty understood and loved right now. Maybe they've actually started listening to me?" My husband: "you didn't notice these are all from your Amazon wish…

Once I was babysitting some kids during advent so I mentioned Santa.

My parents never really made a big deal out of Santa. His only job was to fill the stockings with things like chapsticks, toothbrushes, cheap candies, and other little odds and ends. And they had to be cheap because my dad wasn't approved for his disability that he earned in Vietnam until the late 80's and sometimes…

He says he's a different person, but he starts the note with a "you're not that hot I wasn't even asking you out" paragraph before saying all he can do is apologize, but not actually apologizing. This is after he asked out a woman he apparently remembered tormenting but decided to act like nothing had ever happened.

While I won't deliberately hate someone who was gleefully mean to me in grade school, middle school or high school, I will never pretend that youth means ignorance of right or wrong. I didn't like everyone I went to school with, but I also knew that it was wrong to intentionally inflict pain on others for my own…

Eh, it's kind of on you to correct a person's perception of you when you've behaved poorly. I vividly recall running into a guy who'd been a colossal ass when when knew each other in college ten years later. Not a bully, but prone to rudeness and full of himself. He came up to me at a bar and told me he felt…

Sorry but years of being tortured as a fag made me unforgiving of whom they were or whom they are. Fuck them hard.

Hair is a lubricant for the bits that rub together during walking/running. That's why everyone has armpit/pubic/ass crack hair. (Head hair is, of course, to keep the brain warm and as padding when we hit each other in the head or fall.) The hair slides past itself and prevents skin from rubbing on skin. It also…

Also, y'know, some people don't actually think it's gross at all and enjoy allowing their totally natural body hair to grow unimpeded. Each to their own.

A common reason for some people to not shave their armpits is rashes and/or ingrown hairs. Then it's not so simple as 10 seconds in the shower.

I'm sorry, but this is one of the most common silencing tactics used against autistics and it is utter bullshit. "You can speak/write/express an opinion, your opinion disagrees with ours, so you're obviously not autistic enough to be part of the discussion". I've read blogs by people with far more severe autism than…

As someone with Aspergers autism, and severe ADD, I can see how my disability has impacted my life vs. the lives of people my age without any disability. However, I am happy with my life as it is for the most part.But I do wish I was normal for my Mom's sake. But there is no way to screen for either of my…

I don't really care for that correlation of Downs Syndrome with a woman's age. Don't men's age have an affect on their sperm quality? This is just a weird fact to throw out there with no other information.

Methinks they're extremely happy with themselves, but they're dragged by the latest corporate messaging campaign to pander to their imperfect customers with a fake "I too am imperfect."