Exactly. I am firmly in the tunics/loose linen pants/shoes that don't hurt my newly-arthritic feet camp. Also, sunhats. I have never tanned in my life, and sunhats are a must. Plus, I garden. Yes, I am an old lady.

I too am a hanky girl. But a clean hanky girl. And they don't hurt your nose.

I live in Montana, and that is the stuff of my nightmares. Nice bear. Backing away bear. Please don't rip my scalp off bear.

Yes yes yes yes yes. When I turned 50, I started sewing again (lots of cute Japanese pattern book tunics) and vowed No More Binding. Layers, scarves, funky socks, dress to make yourself happy, moisturize, love your people and pets. Walk a lot. Don't drink soda.

Yeah. It's why I made the opposite decision when I got knocked up at 47 (WTF?!). Policy specifically excluded maternity, and I'm 90 minutes from the nearest NICU, and the idea of dealing with toddler meltdowns in my 50s, and paying for college in my late 60s, and orphaning some kid ... I just couldn't.

I'm glad to hear it evolved. It's too bad then that it couldn't manage to rebrand itself in the way that Hollins or Stephens managed to do (although I think Hollins went co-ed). I'm a believer in women's colleges, but would not have encouraged any of the young women I know to even look at Sweet Briar for fear of being…

Well do tell then. Sweet Briar was a posh, exclusive and not-very-challenging college where the elites could park their daughters while they prepped for their debuts, polished their social skills, and learned a few lady-academics like French. Now that the elites want said daughters to actually attend elite schools,…

Yeah, but Sweet Briar was hardly a seven sisters school. Historically it was a finishing school for rich dim bulbs and girls whose parents wanted to make sure they married the right kind of guy. Academics were at a minimum and sports like field hockey and show jumping were for credit. They might have tried to change…

There's two issues with the low rates — a lot of us (and our doctors/practitioners) are old enough to remember the Dalkon Sheild, and so the mere mention of IUDs made us kind of freak out. And there's still a problem, especially out here in the heartland, with getting a doctor to give you one if you haven't ever been…

Nope. I be the Poor Relation. Which is what happens when the three generations between me and the family fortune forget the golden rule: Don't Spend the Capital.

Yeah, me too. Grew up among those folks, and love many of them dearly. And yet ...I'd hand over the keys to their silver/wine/Porsche closets to the revolutionary hordes in a flat second.

But why would I need to control my light bulb from my phone? It's that hard to get up and walk across the room?

But why would I need to control my light bulb from my phone? It's that hard to get up and walk across the room?

SQUEEE! Kate Winslet! Alan Rickman! Stanley Tucci! AND GARDENING! How did they know I was dreaming of this movie when I did not know myself?

But as these mushers in Bozeman just discovered, Kim doesn't pay for things: http://billingsgazette.com/news/state-and…

My border collie/aussie mix spends most of his day herding the chickens around the back yard. He seems to feel they MUST STAY IN A GROUP. TOGETHER. And he really feels he should keep putting them back in the coop.

My experience is that people with regular normal parents — the kind who you might disagree with but everyone basically loves one another and is there for each other — can't wrap their brains around the lived experience of having parents who don't love you, who take advantage of you, who do not have your best interests…

It's not the proximity that upsets me, it's the lack of hair. Grown women have pubic hair. Children do not. When you fuck a woman with no pubic hair you're essentially saying you want to fuck a small child. Which is gross.

Even his fellow GOP wackos laughed at him: http://billingsgazette.com/news/governmen…

Happened to a friend of mine. Her papers arrived on Valentine's day. Her lawyer waited until the 15th to call her.

I threaten all my friends who hesitate with a blow-by-blow of my older sister's long history of HPV-caused cancers. Starting with cervical dysplasia and progressing through a hysterectomy to two bouts of anal cancer (her quote "why can't I at least get a cancer you can mention in polite company?"). And a permanent…