I had awesome platforms in the nineties. They were straight out of the seventies and looked amazing. Of course, I don't wear them anymore, but that's just because the sole fell off one of them.

ME TOO, so much!

I have some awesome uterus earrings that I bought a few years ago. They are one of my favorite things.

Yeah, I'll think someone is staring at my belly button—then I realize they're staring at my boobs. :(

I think he can feel my undulating pulse from half the world away.

RIGHT!!!! I clicked through and was MAD!

Replying to promote. And I'm hearting you because you are obviously awesome. Well said.

It is not the sweater vests fault that Santorum is a creepdouche. Sweater vests are often very nice. He just encased his ugly heart in a sweater vest and gave all sweater vests a bad name.

I think I need to heart you.

So that's why Utah has the highest rate of people contemplating suicide at any time. People are just too damn tolerant there, and treat each child like a special snowflake!

But you probably wouldn't be wearing a "Jesus was a magical zombie" shirt at work, would you? It's probably against your company's dress code. It's not unusual for industries like airlines and nursing to have dress codes that ban jewelry. And it wasn't just visible crosses that were banned, it was necklaces in…

I thought so, too. Couldn't figure that tweet out for the life of me (until comments).

Nope. You just get better at dealing.

Actually, my pleasure seizures are all about Drag Race. I. Can. Not. Wait.

Right? It would be nice to have a body that didn't gain a pound at the sight of a single carb, and it would be nice not to be allergic to everything, but my thirties have rocked so hard thus far.

Someone said that the twenties last ten years too long. I think it's pretty accurate.

Cosigned on everything you say here. Her goodness just shines through those books. I think that's part of why they are so well-loved. I know that every time I read them, I learn a little bit more*. For children's lit, they are very deep.

Hahahah. I'm having the same reaction as Descarada, and I'm stealing the phrase.

Right? It grosses me out.

Right? At twenty-one I had the body of a barbie doll but no self esteem. Ten years later, my body my have gone to hell, but my self esteem is through the roof. I think I prefer things the way they are now.