Meh. I usually end up with free shit on these bullshit holidays, so I’m pretty ok with it. Free donuts, free hotdogs, free coffee, free whatever. Sign me the fuck up.

My dog too! She refuses to go outside without a sweater and booties if its cold and/or wet.She also basically dresses herself and all I have to do is hold the sweater and she steps herself into it. And she's a 40 lb pit bull. Such a princess.

UGH. My boyfriend is a chronic over-sharer and I’m kinda not looking forward to remodeling our kitchen. It definitely needs to be done (the old owners basically tore everything out and then put in a cheapo Home Depot counter w/sink on one side and that was it) but he will be documenting absolutely everything as it…

Well, my age was the only thing that changed. Perhaps it was something different but I can imagine what it was.

Yep. When I was 21 or so I had my tonsils out, got suuuper sick afterwards and ended up on bedrest for nearly 6 weeks. I was around 6’ tall at the time (grew another 2” over the next few years) and when I went back to work (in an auto shop, all male) I was around 115 lbs. The first thing the manager said? “damn, lose…

Seriously. Over the years I’ve gone with three of my friends to Planned Parenthoods because of pregnancies. Two ended up getting abortions, 1 went to term and used PP as her prenatal health center. Now, with all three they were given all the options and actively encouraged to ask questions. The person we spoke to…

Lucky them. Definitely hasn’t been my experience.

My ‘wall’ happened at 27. Before that, I got a few hits (I’m 6’2 so the attention was never more than a few messages a week, mostly spam or gross comments) but when the age changed to 27 pretty much everything stopped, even the gross comments. I met my current dude on okcupid and his was the only message I’d received…

Yep. I had no freaking idea what was going on in my late teens/early 20s, but now in my early 30s I don’t even hesitate to stand up for myself and my needs/wants. These men don’t want conversation, or wisdom or anything else...they want a hottie they can fuck and show off to their friends, and younger women usually…

Ha, in theory it's nice, but I'm lumpy, stretch marked, have saggy boobs and lots of surgery scars. Believe me, dudes aren't into it

Eh. I’ve never dated anyone who flat out said ‘I think you’re hot’ or ‘I like your body’. In fact, I’ve had two men get up and actually leave when they saw me naked for the first time, so I don’t have the greatest track record here. Not everyone will find a partner who finds them physically attractive, and even my…

I was helping my sister mold a leather corset (we have similar waist sizes, but she has B cups and I have HH) and was sitting on the coffee table playing a video game with my brother. My mom walked over, paused, then set a dinner plate with food on my boobs and walked away. My brother, with a perfect deadpan, said…

I’m a 6’2 woman who is built like a linebacker. Dudes have NEVER been into me physically and I was dateless for most of my life. I was pissed about this throughout HS and college because while I had a ton of guy friends, none were even remotely interested in me, even for just a one-night-stand because then they’d be…

Country music is terrible so sure?

Yes, but at the same time they bitch and complain about the women who are ‘kept’ because they’re mooches. You really can’t win, they just hate women regardless of what they do.

It’s control and punishment. They get off on punishing others for their ‘bad decisions’. By feeling superior (even if they’ve made the EXACT damn decisions in the past) it makes them feel amazing about themselves and so much better than those others.

I lived in Dot for a few years and that was the main reason I moved. I got sick of being woken up at 3am on a Wednesday by dirt bikes (and fireworks..what the hell is with people in Dot and fireworks?) and nearly getting run over whenever I decided to walk a few blocks to get groceries.

I’ve been burned by coworkers who I thought were just ranting about work like friends, but then ran to the boss and talked shit about all the stuff I was saying. This has happened more than once, so I trust NO ONE at work. I keep a strict professional line, especially towards management and basically just keep to…

I hit 6’ tall when I was 14 in the mid 90s so basically all of my clothes from back then were ankle flares. Not flattering at all.

While I may not be familiar with McDonald’s policy, at 2 jobs I’ve worked at the managers lost portions of their bonus for each WC claim or entry on the ‘injured’ list. While there isn’t a policy stating outright that having an employee get hurt and having it recorded is a no-no, they can face repercussions that are…