The last time I went into a Levis store, all the women's jeans were made of a tissue-thin fabric that seemed like it would tear if you brushed up against something. The men's jeans are definitely of better quality fabric. I also need 30 x 30 and never seem to have any luck with them. Buying online doesn't work because…

I'm from New Orleans and he's an embarrassment to the entire state for many reasons, not the least of which is his exorcism article in the New Oxford Review.

That sounds wonderful! You rock! I need all the tips I can get. I agree w/ you-good skincare is way more important to me than tons of makeup.

Your story wins IMHO because 1) Mr T and 2) Hare Krishnas. I have fond memories of the Krishna Temple dinners on Elysian Fields in New Orleans.

Many years ago, I got drunk w/ Tom Waits at the Abbey (bar) on Decatur St in New Orleans.

You're right of course - sorry I didn't catch the reference.

Drilling?

I ❤️ my hysterectomy.

I am the person who gets the shitty computer - I have been that person at nearly all of my jobs.

Isn't F21 one of the uber-Christian companies who puts bible verses on their packaging? Guess the forgot at least one of the 10 commandments.

I know your pain. I'm more plain than fat but at age 45 I consistently don't get the job.

I have big tits on a small frame and didn't realize I could claim it as anything other than an uncomfortable and unwelcome annoyance.

I, a random internet stranger whose opinion means nothing to anyone, would like to congratulate you on your accomplishments. I wish I had even one STEM degree instead of a MA in Comparative Literature. If so, I might even be employed and not drowning in student loan debt right now.

I'm plain of feature and certainly overweight but I don't want an obituary or funeral. Throw me out in the remote woods somewhere and let animals scavenge my plain, overweight corpse.

Oh my god this is a wonderful idea!

Many of us who participated in what's now known as the grunge scene came from blue-collar, working class backgrounds. The grunge "style" as it came to be viewed simply co-opted the everyday clothes we wore to our jobs.

I wear Timberlands and flannel. I am a middle-aged white person who lives in the Colorado foothills, so it's kinda necessary. It's weird to think that if I went back home (New Orleans) and wore my day-to-day wardrobe, people might be offended by my "style" choices. Believe me, I have no style or awareness of style.

Sulfate-free shampoos are pretty awful.

I have worked with well-to-do types who would often lecture me about the unhealthiness of what I was eating in the break room. I had to bite my tongue to not say that I ate what I could AFFORD. It was so hard not to say something critical to these orthorexics, but they were inevitably control freak middle-management…

Whether in person or online, these people always seem to be compelled to criticize others whose lives they know little to nothing about. I like to respond with an obvious eye roll (in person at least).