Not what I said. Why, some of my BEST friends are non-fat women.

I think I've been one of those suspicious fat women. I've definitely had the less attractive men throw all kinds of sabotage into the works. Better looking men never once mentioned what other people thought of me or pretended they weren't attracted to me. It was just straightforward.

I cannot tell you how many times, especially in NYC, that men on the street stared at me, mouth open and gooey-eyed, before being dragged back to the apparent misery of their conventionally attractive girlfriends who appeared to be slowly killing them with bitching or boredom. I was often startled at the yearning in…

Sadly, racism is usually not blatant. In grad school, I spoke with several teachers and administrators about being harassed and teased constantly (about my age, weight, hair texture — I'm biracial, but seen as 110% black by most Americans, no matter how often they've met my mother), to the point that I dreaded classes…

Wha-think I luff you! I almost went to grad school with James Franco. Or, rather, he was accepted to my program. Thank gawd he chose my Alma Mater instead.

Did she write "vagina-glazed mouth of Michael Douglas" during the week of Michael Douglas (who has always skeeved me out, anyway) having all the gay and straight sex? I still have PTSD from that!

I remember overhearing a similar situation at David's Bridal. Nothing like a special stain on your dress for the special day.

This thread brings back memories. In college, I had to dial back what I was used to my parents buying. I was also in a butch phase. I discovered the men's dept at Sears. I bought tons of 3 packs of T-shirts for maybe $8, sweaters for under $20, flannels (pre-grunge), boxers, socks. That shit lasted for years!

Yeah, it's just drilled in to some degree that There Will Be Blood. It's like a mass murder when Esther loses her virginity in The Bell Jar. Human variety, indeed.

Me, either. For years I wondered if I had suppressed molestation memories. It just wasn't the bloodfest or painful as all the hype. He was average to above average, but no pain. I'm tall and have a large frame (even before being fat), so maybe I'm just bigger everywhere? But then, still get told I'm tight? I don't…

I think it could go either way, but I thought it was a contraction of "shit hate," which also wins.

I had ALL the dolls, my mom grew up poor and every Christmas there was a pink sea of Barbie stuff, except during the Strawberry Shortcake years. I didn't think to mix the worlds or else the Curious Purple Pieman of Porcupine Peak would've raped Barbie. Or Ken. Or Michael Jackson and Brooke Shields.

I'll never look at the miniature, yellow clogs my boss brought me back from Holland the same way again! (See full size of the photo above at the link).

Just wanted to star your comment, but Kinja had other ideas. Even canceling = post blankness.

Thanks, the human body never ceases to find ways to be painful, gross, and places to weep that are not the eyes. I shall gladly assume my robot form when the time comes. I'd rather be a Futurama head in a jar ('tho I'd still have the man hairs under skin curtains FML) than this hair and pus factory.

Like a lot of things, I think people like these because it makes us feel more normal. Either we have these and are glad to know someone else does, or we're like, "Thank you, Jesus, I don't have that!"

When this all started to bubble up again, I immediately remembered the VD card and steak knife. I'm surprised it took so long for that creepy, ginger, nimrod to dig it out of the archives.

I'm glad you and Kika came through this discussion in a positive way, because I've so often seen it go bad, fast. But, as your exchange shows, it takes effort to understand and respect one another's experiences and viewpoints and people can be lazy.

That is horrifying. I have been cooking and baking for over 30 years (started with Jiffy mixes at 8 or 9, Tollhouse cookies around 12, etc.) and have never seen a black egg. I think I'd faint.