Less than 24 hours before embarking on a couples vacation, I shockingly stumbled upon romantic emails between my boyfriend of 2 years who I also lived with and his coworker (I had met her; she very much knew about me). Some "I loves you's", "I miss you's" and gross pet names thrown in there, among other cheesy stuff.…

I would wear the fuck out of that dress. Just mix up the color of your tights, boots/shoes, cardigans, jackets, scarves, etc. No one will even notice you are wearing the same dress every day.

I'm in the same boat. 26, done with college/grad school, and all of my friends have moved to other cities for work. I'm feeling so lonely and nostalgic for my crazier, alcohol-fueled friend nights. Like, real nostalgic. I have many friends through my dog rescue, but they are my parents/grandparents age and it's not…

What do you mean? Planned Parenthood serves men as well as women.

But the tip was included in the bill, so they were tipping (probably just as much as they would if they decided the amount).

This brought up a lot of feelings in me that I often feel but never feel okay about feeling. I feel guilty about still hating girls that bullied me 10-20 years ago, and I feel even more guilty about the times I took my powerlessness out on other girls who were even easier targets than me. 20 years ago and it still…

I thought they were talking about this, only without the part that covers the top of your head. Because it's a visor.

REAL feminists don't pay taxes. Their husbands do. UGH OBVIOUSLY.

OH THANK GOD. I can finally dump my Prince Charming Sugar Daddy that hung on me like a liberal parasite. That shit gets old, guys. Being a "New Feminist" is so freeeeeeeing!

How did you say no to them? I mean, what specific, venomous words could do justice to that epic FUCK YOU running through your mind?! That makes me rage.

This reminds me of the times Jezebel posts an article about some new horrifying item on a fast food menu (i.e., birthday cake cheeseburger, bacon-wrapped twinkie... etc) along with a big, disgusting close-up photo of it. The article and comments discuss what an abomination it is, while I silently stare at it and know…

I enthusiastically second the visine and crushed aspirin! I think someone else mentioned honey, and I've also found that to work magic. Also, take a few Advil an hour or two beforehand. I always find they reduce the inflammation a little (enough for me to notice, anyway).

I'm sort of freaking out about a vacation I am in the midst of planning. Background: this is my first opportunity to venture out of the states (I'm 26, so it's overdue and needed), and I am completely terrified of flying (that I have done, and it hasn't been pretty). I am planning to go get some meds for that, but…

oh my god. That thought just made me die.

Agreed. The thought of looking up at my mom's decor on the wall or hearing my dad watch the Vikings game downstairs is enough to make my vagina fuse shut.

I'm 26, my boyfriend is 31, and my mom still barely lets us sleep in the same room/bed when we visit them for a weekend. Honestly, if my parents had allowed this in high school, I probably would have felt too weird anyway. I'd take the backseat of a chevy on a rural dirt road over a bed a few rooms away from my…

OH HOLY GOD. This thread is making me want to cry.

Your husband sounds like the unicorn I have been searching for! :) Haha, but yes, I was being a bit tongue-in-cheek about the stereotypes of musicians and I think rockers get the worst of it.

It's all in the genre, my friend. My partner is a blues musician, and the indulging he partakes in mostly involves coffee, beards, and the occasional moonshine that he drinks like a grandpa (slow and steady). I also once dated a folk/indie frontman and he was crazy with the loose leaf tea, chess and Tolstoy.

Or maybe love is infinite and we can care about both human and animals simultaneously?