When I was about 13 I got a pair of “leatherette” boots from Payless. After a few days of wear to school and around town, my family started to smell something weird in the house. It was rank. A lingering death smell.
It was the fucking boots. Opening the front hall closet nearly knocked ya out. Maybe it was my gross…

Ditto. I DESTROY shoes. I walk a ton. I even switch shoes—runners for walking to and from work and heels at work. Still burning through shoes.

Tears and serious bi vibes!!!

In my village, I was one of the tall ones. Then I moved to the city and I’m a friggin Smurf among tall Legolases.

Maybe she had a zit? I never really considered concealer “makeup” if I was covering zits, it was just camouflage so people would stop asking me about my face cysts. And I never had to go on TV with a zit.  

See I had the opposite reaction—I thought Megan Follow’s Anne was awkward AF and spend the whole time watching in intense second-hand embarrassment. Which works for me—that’s how I read Book Anne.

I haven’t watched it yet, but my grandmother gives it a glowing review. I’m sure some things will annoy me, but I’m all for new adaptations. The old ones will always be there (Jonathan Crombie ssiiiiggghhh).

I think they’re a hard series to adapt in general, but for any of its faults I’m happy about this development.

Diana gets sloshed on “rasberry cordial” during the grown-up tea party Anne and she have.

I’m so fucking ready. I love every single cast member.

My babyboomer mom is the opposite of the millennial parent—she thinks everyone drinks too much water and is constantly saying that we all must be diabetic or bored or whatever if anyone heads for the tap.
I bought a cheap metal water bottle for my desk at work, and it’s great. I feel better drinking small amounts…

I think the gatekeepers were the ones who blew it here: if the whole idea is that these mini pass holders just class up the place without anyone knowing they’re flying for free, then berating them in public really spoils the illusion. Want to publicly shame someone in a power-drunk gatekeeper display? Be prepared for…

Kitty Genovese’s story isn’t a great example—court documents and testimonies even at the time outlined that she was not alone when she died (a recent documentary by her brother revealed that she died in a neighbour/friend’s arms in her apartment stairwell), and that 2 separate attacks on Kitty with limited sightlines…

HOLY SHIT THIS LOOKS AMAZING

That was my first guess, but I ain’t a doctor. Sounds a lot like pre-gluten-free me, though.

Pres. Obama’s administration was full of experts—speechwriters, lawyers, aides, literally every professional necessary to ensure that the White House comported itself in a professional manner. No one in this clown car copyedits shit, the president is his own 3AM twitter celebrity, and there doesn’t seem to be a single…

I never understood people complaining about her voice and style of delivery. She’s no Obama, but damn she’s clear, steady, obviously knowledgeable, and speaking to her audience like they are reasonable and thoughtful people. And warning of imminent danger in no uncertain terms.

I don’t think these people are ever truly single. They go from their parents house where there mom did everything to a house full of 2-7 roommates who were either all piglets together or who they annoyed the shit out of shirking all responsibilities. Then they wrangle a lady and get married and repeat their tried and…

This happened to an 80-year old dude in my family; wife went into the hospital, and he literally could not dress himself. She had been laying out his clothes for decades. His kid had to go stay with him to make sure he followed some kind of eating and showering routine.

I’m really amazed at the lack of curiosity and experimentation in many of the men I know. If they don’t know how to do something, it’s endgame. No attempt to figure it out; they just won’t do it and blame some lack of supervision or handholding or lack of training or lack of understanding, or anything other than their…