It's surprising in that not-surprising way, y'know? Like other fucked-up things in society, I get it but part of me (maybe a hopeful, Pollyanna-ish part) is always kinda shocked.

Seriously, what is up with the weird back holes? In any size clothing? It's weird. And I think I looked at that same Peter Pan collar-shirt and had the same reaction.

First of all, fuck off with that fake sadness bullshit. Be sad about how our society is increasingly glued to screens instead of being active, but stop fucking conflating fitness with size. Just. stop.

This is why we all need to have skills in sewing and alterations! Cuz yeah, you don't need to be tripping over something that's supposed to be mid-calf, and I don't need to have a 6-inch back gap in all my pants.

Please tell me that "dismissing" a comment actually deletes it. Because nobody needs to respond to that asshat troll Wagonlit.

Yeah, but I will say that's the problem with mass-produced clothes in general. People have so many different shapes (like, not all fat girls have ample boobs or butts), but clothes are cut for only one kind of shape, generally. With plus-size clothes, I often have a harder time because I'm fat, but I'm also still…

Nadia Aboulhosn is pretty much my favorite. Always gorgeous, flawless, and smart to boot.

I actually don't even like fresh, real cherries very much. I blame my Minnesota upbringing, with its canned/boxed/packaged everything.

This has always boggled my mind, that apparently fatphobia can trump capitalism. Because almost nothing trumps capitalism! There is fucking MONEY to be made in the fat fashion world, and making bigger sizes isn't exactly rocket science.

Dammit, now I want a pop tart.

That might be the most technically perfect GIF ever, with NO discernible jump!

Yeah, my first thought was "holy crap, I hope CPS is looking into this." And then I remembered the sorry state of affairs of CPS and just hope he escapes with only needing some therapy.

Fake cherry is the best kind of cherry.

Or actually, almost exactly the same, for those of us who use Luna Pads, etc.

Okay, but um, if you're around smells alllll the time, you get used to it and don't notice it, unless it's pungent-er than usual.

That's an awesome story. I didn't even know what a roach clip was until is was in my 20s. I was very sheltered and naive.

I had a gajillion of those from the county fair when I was a kid in MN (I just thought they were the coolest); and it was definitely past '81.

I just bought a long, dangly hair earring from Target (complete with roach clip), on clearance. It's like it was 1986 and my pre-teen self just couldn't help it.

That quote right there totally sums up my embarrassing love for the novels of Charles DeLint, which invariably feature a smart, independent young woman who wants to believe in magic but knows it isn't real AND THEN SOMETHING MAGICAL HAPPENS TO HER.

"She is small, but has the density of a dying sun and the strength of ten men"