Ew. Gross. Charbucks?

I remember when suitors were gentlemen callers, and by “call” that meant “showing up randomly at my house,” and by “suitors,” I mean dudes I might or might not have been “making time” with.

I think the “one pass wow” is a reasonable standard for makeup, period. I don’t want to be layering the crap out of my makeup just to get it to show up.

Her lips look like a butt hole.

Does Preparation H pass the selfie test?

Yeah, it’s a big difference. Like, growing up in a household that puts more importance on watching your siblings than doing homework. Or sharing a 2 bedroom apartment with 6 people and that being a little difficult to study in. Or like not being allowed sex education so getting knocked up at 16. Or like working shifts…

“I earned this body and I earned this life ... I look in the mirror and am really happy with what stares back at me.”

Sincerely, just all the kudos to you. That was such a refreshing thing to read this evening. I hope I’ve developed that kickass confidence when I’m your age in nine short years. High five, sister…

Ooooh, look at Allison Janney’s trophy. And her Emmy.

Everytime I hear something about Kylie:

I have a good friend who recently did several months at the same paper. Upon leaving, they compared their boss to the captain of the Titanic trying to weld the hole shut.

Nine years ago, I was beginning my sixth year of teaching at a small school in a rural area of my state. My students were wonderful, and my colleagues were great friends. But the amount of time I had to commit to the job (it was in a boarding school) and the absolute and utter mismanagement at the administrative level…

I know what you mean, I worked this job that paid well for a few years & I hated it so much. I wanted to quit & work at fucking McDonald’s. Now I don’t think about money as much as I do my happiness.

I’ve had jobs that were worse than unemployment. I’ve also had the misfortune of having to stay at a job that beat me down for years.

I’ve gotten to know Daisy, Wen, Lina and others at their nail salon near my small PA town. Despite the odd stares from the other clientele ( mostly LOCAL people) I like talking and catching up with their lives. They are working full time, raising children, attending community college. We talk about relationships,…

This made me smile.

It’s an offering to the Buddha, along with the fruit. Shrines I’ve seen usually have fruit, rice, and water. But I guess coffee in this case. Maybe the Buddha was tired that morning.

I became somewhat close with a manicurist during a time when I was getting my nails done regularly. We weren’t friends, but I liked her and we did have real conversations about things. Among other things, she told me about how she and her husband got to America, beginning with paying someone to help them stow away on…