This is fucking crazytown. I visited that link that purports to describe her "somewhat convincing argument" for eating clay, and no such argument exists. It's just her, being equal parts fucking filthy rich and self-indulgently psychotic, and I just don't get it. She is so unappealingly off-putting. Don't fucking eat…

Obligatory.

I have no patience for rich hippie shenanigans.

If he's giving you a headache and making you drank, maybe you need zero boyfriends.

Thank you! There's no defending the term - it's inherently negative. Otherwise, recipients of rejection would simply call themselves "friends" with the object of their desire. Considering we don't zone our other platonic friendships, it's silly to try and excuse the term as anything other than someone who feels…

I agree that of course everyone's main concern is for themselves, my point is just that in this particular type of situation (man relentlessly pursuing a woman despite her protests) there seems to be a total lack of awareness that this person is someone with equal agency and personhood. To continue with the dazzling…

It needs to start even earlier than that. I work in a day care and I teach pre-school-aged children consent. "No means no and stop means stop." gets tossed around a lot in my class. They ask for permission to touch or hug. They understand that there are ways to say no that don't involve talking (My class is 4 and 5…

Whether or not there are soul mates is a different subject, though. If you want to use that then maybe the logical idea is that our soul mates would not reject us repeatedly. I'd leave the soul mate thing out if I was just going to rattle off some cliches about "other fish in the sea." I wouldn't put the soul mate…

Ah, that would make sense. I'm originally from Maryland, where you find the occasional deeply religious person amidst a sea of Catholics who may or may not have been inside a church in the last decade and Jews who eat bacon. I imagine my prospects would be rather slimmer now that we live in Jacksonville, Florida, not…

Oh my god I don't want to watch the dementia film bc I don't want to cry foreverrrrrrrrrr.

I know this isn't what I'm supposed to take from this, but.... Where can I get a pair of underwear like that?!

when I got engaged, multiple people asked me what my wedding diet/fitness plan was. I was like, I bought a dress that fits me. That's my plan.

Slut-shaming would be commenting directly about her sex life or extrapolating assumptions about her sexual practices because of her clothes.

But what if some of your wedding guests don't have mustache tattoos on their index fingers

It does leave very little to the imagination. This is by no means a read, I snap titty pics all the damn time. I just mean it's a fact.

My husband was in the wedding business for about fifteen years..he had a bridal shop in a fancy East Coast town. He was always telling the brides to go easy on themselves, to relax and have fun on their big day and not to worry so much about being perfect..that the happiness of the day itself would make them their…

Yeah, so I tried to lose weight before my wedding but you'd better believe that the fitness regimen was one of the things that got dropped when I was trying to find time to finish sixty favor wallets, and sort out a seating plan, and craft all the pom-poms in the entire universe, and lay out and print an order of…

My favorite wedding story: I had a friend who had been a total asshole in the lead up to her wedding and had also lost an insane amount of weight. I don't think she ate for a year. The mother of the groom, a Connecticut WASP straight out of central casting, grabs my arm during the first dance and says 'doesn't she…

Is this the face of an assassin?

We had a bit of a staff discussion about it this morning and I think what I'm stuck on is the fact that she didn't start going by "Lola" as an adult. I dunno. To each her own.