I’m sure it is! I have no cranky feelings about beat poetry whatsoever. I just.......don’t think about it. Should I? What beat poetry should I know about?

OMG, the “I’m *kid’s* mommy” introductions.

What’s the problem with bath-time pics of kids? They’re not a new development of the selfie age. My parents took plenty of me and my brothers back in the 80s, and I’ve taken some of my niece and nephew. They’re cute pictures and they’re fun to look at decades later. I don’t see them as any different as pics of kids at…

I have no opinion about Kris Jenner—she occupies the same region of my brain that I reserve for beat poetry, pocket lint and cream of wheat—but I do know that you and your fellow squalid little shitmittens are the last people that older women should be taking fashion advice from. Get the fuck outta here, you…

Once upon a time, you were Mother of the Year for keeping your children alive. That was good enough for some high-fives.

I don’t want mom friends. I have friends who are also mothers but friendships based on mom status are annoying, micro-managing, competitive contrivances. I’m sick of talking about, living for, and obsessing over my kid. Can I just have friends that are mine instead of strategic plans for my child?

I hate my name quite a bit. It’s unusual, and I hate having to constantly spell it for people and engage their small talk over it. “Can you spell that for me?...Oh, that’s an unusual name...Does it mean something?...Is it a family name?” Being a grown-ass adult and having to spell your name for people like a five year…

Same.

I took baths with my brothers when we were younger. Does that make me an incestuor? Or worse, a Lannister?!?!

I’ve heard of a time where a single mother didn’t want her daughter to go to a friend’s sleepover because the friend’s father was there. The mother didn’t say there were any accusations or creepy vibe from him. She just didn’t want her daughter to be in the same house as a man even through the mother would be there.…

Personal neck tattoo anecdote: I live in a middle-class, suburban area. Our neighbour, who’s a tight-ass dickhead (the type who uses a leaf blower to get rid of 10 blades of grass in his driveway after mowing the lawn), got a neck tattoo last week. It was the weirdest thing. He’s, like, in his mid-40’s with 2 kids.…

Ok, not a Perez Hilton fan but have to leap to his defence here. Any parent of young kids knows that they see you naked constantly. In the morning my bathroom is like a rave in Ibiza (only not fun), we’re all running around naked trying to get ready. Any accusations of Hilton being a pedophile for showering with his…

Have you tried Long Tall Sally (http://www.longtallsally.com/?redirect=fals…)? Expensive-ish but not outrageously so

I love my own name, but if you hate yours, I say go ahead and change it. Doesn’t matter your age IMO. The legal stuff will be a pain, and then you’ll have to get people used to the new name, too, but it’ll all work out over time.

I am one of the rare souls that had the dumb luck to be christened with a great name, first and last, to the point that random strangers who happen to read my name often compliment me on it.

I feel you. Nothing makes me happier than finding that rare unicorn, a shirt that fits my wonderfully, frustratingly broad shoulders. A shirt that does not expose my ribcage when I lift my arms. And I’m not ridiculously tall either, a mere 5’10”, with an ample chest. I can either swim in a large or wear a medium crop…

Hello SNS! I’m pretty new to commenting, so I offer up my dog as a bribe to be my friend:

I’m (only) 5’9” and I FEEL YOUR PAIN. This is one of the reasons I sew most of my own clothes; basics for tall women are virtually impossible to find, and horrifically expensive. No thanks, I would prefer not to pay $300 for a pair of pants.

Jackets are my nightmare. If you go up sizes it just makes the jacket overall bigger so the shoulders still BARELY fit when you stretch your arms and your arms are STILL half uncovered because the sleeves don't even reach the middle of your forearm. So now you look even stupider in an ill fitting jacket. I had pretty…

Oh my god I feel your pain. I’m not SUPER tall but I was SOOOO excited when Levi’s started making women’s pants similar to guys jeans with the waist and length sizes and then was heartbroken when I found out that a. None of them were skinny jeans and b. Levi's make my butt look REALLY flat