I’m living in ‘super liberal’ Massachusetts and only my husband and one of my bosses is liberal leaning. ALL of my coworkers and friends are conservative...hell, my workplace put together a ‘paintball game and jersey burn’ when they decided to boycott the nfl. They also regularly go to Mass together. One of my…

I think part of it is what you stated, and a part of it is men being soooo pissed off that a woman could make a decision about something they feel they have ownership over. A woman being able to make a decision OVER a man about their offspring? That lack of control must piss them off beyond measure.

because someone, somewhere is trying to make cropped flares a thing. I’m 6'1 and quite frankly, this is unacceptable. Nobody looks good in cropped flare pants and apparently that’s all that old navy is selling now. Well, cropped flares and big, billowy shirts made for tiny people.

THIS. I had to explain why it was so gut wrenching to my boyfriend because he seemed kinda flippant at the end of the episode. Considering I was crying, he was a bit concerned and after I explained it just like you did, he started tearing up too. I had the storyline guarantee that it would all work out in the end and…

I think some of it may be bitterness because of suddenly being treated like an actual person. I was heavily bullied growing up but eventually grew into my 6'1 physique (and grew boobs, which was cool) and I was hella bitter over people treating me nicely when they used to treat me like shit. Instead of slamming doors…

They’re pretty much the only place that carries a fairly decent ‘tall’ line. All I’ve ever bought from them is tunic camis and various solid colored standard shirts, but the extra long is great for my 6'1 tall self.

My mom read EVERYTHING and kinda instilled that in me, especially with her love of fucked up shit. I mean, I started reading VC Andrews when I was in grade school. And my Mom owns every.single.paperback that was written (or ghostwritten after she died) of Andrews.

This house is 3/4 of the size of my workplace...and it’s an actual WAREHOUSE. And it’s just a vacation house...why?

Yeah, but when I buy it there will be Lisa Frank Wallpaper in the more drab rooms. Gotten liven it up since it’s so bland.

I’ve worn a tux to 4 separate events (I’m a cis woman btw) JUST to say that if someone gave me the opportunity. So far, I’m only 1 of 4 and that’s depressing.

I did use Jesse instead of my name Jessica on my resume for a few years because getting an interview as a woman was impossible. Amazing how all of a sudden I was in demand once that was changed.

I had two, and they were MISERABLE. I always get an anxiety attack before exams so my old doctor would let me come in half an hour before and pop a xanax which helped. My current doctor does not.

I’m in my mid 30s and constantly get called ‘young lady’ and ‘kiddo’ by my peers. To be fair, I’m the only one at my company under the age of 55 AND one of only 4 women. Sometimes I have to gently remind them not to be assholes.

Fuck Boy Scouts, fuck Girl Scouts, join 4H.

This is something my boss and I have tried to explain to our company owners for YEARS now. They keep hiring people for barely above minimum wage and then bitch and complain when they stop working after a week. Well, if you micromanage people while not actually training them and make them work in 90+ degree heat with…

Uuuugh, my sister loves that type of bag except add a bunch of sparkly ‘country’ buckles and bling.

I started smoking at a job that didn’t allow me breaks unless I was smoking. If you tried taking a break you were ‘sitting around being lazy’ but if you were smoking, you were actually doing something. Of course, that was the job that put me in the hospital for multiple organ failure because of stress/working at all…

That’s basically every day at my workplace. I’m the only one at the company with dual monitors and it was like I parked a Ferrari on my desk... one of the other managers asked if ‘I get internet in both of them’.

Cool. I have curly, frizzy, not shiny hair. I recently cut more than a foot off of it because it just looked ratty.

It’s an old drive in from the 50s, so there are limited spots. Everyone that goes pretty much knows that the front rows are for hecklers and drinkers, and that if you have kids or anything, the back rows are your friend. In addition, the sound is fed through your car speakers via FM radio so you can roll up your…