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Upstairs, with her husband.

The time a certain relative got so upset about a younger sibling getting pregnant first that she decided to get pregnant as well. During the shower.

...also went on a tangent about human trafficking and women being bound with tape over their mouths getting smuggled into the United States...

“Somewhere, Fancy Pelosi is being fitted for her new shades so she can stunt on these GOPers when she goes to give her speech about how she Debo’d the president and punk’d him into opening the government.

MY GOD, IT’S ZEUS

It sounds like Average Anna has a pretty good time until she gets married and has kids.  That was obviously her mistake.

Hello hello, a guest appearance!

Thanx for doing this heavy lifting. Personally, even some of the comments on these stories about him are triggering.

The first apartment that I got out of college was a $450.00 studio in downtown Denver. This was 2010, so the price would be unheard of today. I was SO proud that I’d snagged the spot without any help from my parents. It was walking distance from the art museum where I worked and in one of the best neighborhoods in the

A few years ago when I started going back to school, I came on Jezebel and posted about it and some people were saying “Go you!” And praising me for being a woman seeking a degree in engineering (I didn’t even mention I was 40 at the time, so not just a woman, but a middle aged woman). And it was so fantastic to have

So, I’ve posted on here about my attempts to get pregnant, and how stressful it is because I’m looking to switch jobs next school year. Earlier this week, on a post about Meghan Markle’s pregnancy, I sadly shared that we were officially at month 5 with no baby. Then... my period was late. And I took another pregnancy

Holy Shit - someone give her a weekly post here please.

It’s less about impressing women than it is ensuring that they are not profoundly horrified by you.”

Oh, a timeskip!

In the late 1960s, my mom lived with her parents and three sisters in a ranch-style house in a middle-class neighborhood. Throughout the summer, the neighborhood had been plagued with a series of strange nocturnal incidents - dogs growled inexplicably, back gates were left open, outdoor items were moved around. A few

I suffer from “night terrors”, so I’m kind of used to quasi-waking up and things ‘being in’ my room when they’re not supposed to - snakes and mice crawling out of walls, weird lights, the walls of my room opening into other dimensions, even people in my room. Those ‘people’ never ever talk to me - this is important.

This isn’t a scary story, but it’s a cool story about an interaction I had with a purported psychic so I thought I’d share anyway.

The house that I grew up in dated back to the early 1700s. It was a mansion, that had been converted into apartments. Supposedly it was used as the basis for one of the locations in a Sherlock Holmes story. Presumably because Sir Arthur Conan Doyle lived about a mile away, and you could see my house from there.

YES! My husband understands the tweezers hierarchy as:
1. The GOOD tweezers. MY tweezers. They were hand milled in England and were designed to put together dollhouse miniatures. I won’t even tell him where they are.
2. The back-up good tweezers that have been lost for 6 months but I still hold out hope they can be

Allow me to contribute a girl perspective on the tweezer thing. Women use tweezers for primarily one function - plucking various hairs that are not where they should be (if I was on Jezebel I would say this is because of the patriarchy, so it’s basically your own fault!), with an occasional sideline of digging out