If I had a nickel for every time I heard the quietly disdainful “oh, you’re not UGLY, but yeah, you’ve got some extra pounds there, you should lose a few,” I would put them in a railgun and fire them at people who say that shit.

Totally irrelevant to the actual discussion, I do know people who get a lot of stimulation from the mons pubis being massaged or pressed on.

I will very sadly admit that I am just incredibly envious. She had kids *and* has a body like that? Shit, I’ve been weight training for half a decade and I am still about as far away from a six-pack as the Earth is from falling out of orbit.

“Put simply, the term DadBod says “Don’t worry, slightly flabby non sexual male! This young, fertile female says you’re still hot – I mean, for your genre.” Which on the surface, seems like a relief, but it’s still one heck of a patronising wake-up call. It’s the male version of “I like a woman with a bit of meat on…

Really? Your kickboxing has nothing kin to a deity involved with it. Even a concept of a deity.

I loved keto and I still think mashed cauliflower is nasty shit. Fuck all of those people :P

I guess who needs to care about cancer, lung diseases, and death when you can have a zit-free face?

Formaldehyde compounds like Nail Envy absolutely helped me. You can’t placebo your way to suddenly un-breaking, un-flaking nails. I use Nailtiques.

I have a weird reason: I do stagecraft, and liquid latex on those peach fuzz hairs hurts like a giant bandaid when you pull it off. :P

It’ll be special when I get married and my sister doesn’t end up as a bridesmaid. I barely know her more than I know my cousins, but somehow this seems tradition or something, to make your female siblings bridesmaids? I dunno.

People get yeast infections after antibiotics? I didn’t even know that was a thing. I’ve gotten one in my entire life, have no idea where it came from, and I beat it down with some Monistat and it was fine...

I use pads. Yes, they’re wasteful, but fuck if I’m taking a chance with leaks. I’ve had too many issues with heavy periods, and my vagina hates anything being in it when I’m not actively engaged in sexytimes. I will notice that tampon ALL DAY. I do not forget. It’s freaky.

Good lord everyone, just SIT ON THE SEAT. You’re not going to catch AIDS or something from it. That’s a total urban legend. Unless you have such a tanked immune system that you shouldn’t be in a public bathroom at all, fucking sit down.

Because I do not want to carry a cup of my own nasty vagina blood out into a public restroom sink area to clean. I mean seriously now, what the *fuck*. I haven’t even mastered the art of pulling out a tampon without getting my hands all disgusting; how the fuck am I supposed to use a menstrual cup without causing a…

I only wish I had the body to wear this gorgeous thing. Too bad translucent mesh is all the rage these days...

I worry that everyone is doomed and destined to have That Person Who They Thought They’d Marry In Their 20’s And Then Suddenly Split Up With. Because I’m in my mid-20s, and I think I’ve found a guy I want to marry, but I haven’t had that Epic Heartbreak moment yet with That Person (etc etc). So I wonder...must this…

I’m sure not winning anything *here.* What was the craziest thing I did...probably pining after the guy and begging him to give me a Good Reason (tm) why he wanted to leave. Although he did get some karmic retribution; it just wasn’t because of me.

Oh gosh, that sums up soy milk so well. Devil’s piss. Yes. It is.

Holy cow I can’t even imagine. I love tuna salad but I could *not* microwave that shit.

Who the *fuck* heats tuna salad, I didn’t know anyone even did that, oh gosh