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Hey! Why are they poking at it? That just seems mean. Would you press a puking person’s stomach?

Because teenaged girls (and preteen girls) are almost entirely pliable if you act sweet to them and make them feel special. It’s sickening to watch. Even when I WAS a teenaged girl, I hated watching it. Now I see it in the schools as an adult, and it’s horrifying.

I think Telly only MOSTLY has sex with virgins, but not exclusively. Plus, if any of them were intravenous drug users, they could’ve contacted HIV without having sex and given it to him. Alternatively, I wouldn’t put it past Telly to have had his own first time with a working girl (who may have had HIV—either

I haven’t seen the miniseries, but the book on which it’s based (also called GENERATION KILL) is very good.

It’s what people in cities do to recycle/upcycle stuff that’s still useful—a bit like a free garage sale. You usually include a sign that says “Free” or “Take” or something similar so people know that they can rummage through and take what they want. Small items plus furniture, guitars—really anything—get given away

Click to the side of the star, a little bit below the side point on the right, and it works.

We all live with the cards we are dealt. I don’t want to invalidate your opinions about yourself because only you know your own reality. And I hate when people respond with “It’s probably not as bad as you think.” Sometimes it is EXACTLY that bad. I will say, however, that as a fellow non-confident person, I feel your

I’ve grown some herbs on my deck—up to and including curry. The one that does the best and is the easiest (and comes back every year): chives. Chives are my hero.

Never been that way except to Seattle. I have a friend from Montana, though, and all her pics are lovely. Definitely makes me want to see that part of the country.

Everybody likes a good comeback. I’d use that to your advantage. Cheering for an underdog is some kind of American tradition. Keep telling yourself that people want you to succeed.

Don’t worry about it. It can progress very slowly. At least, it has for me. And my mom is in her late 60s and still has some color. I mean, she’s salt & pepper, but her pepper is very nice.

I am the same. I just blew a job interview—for a teaching job I REALLY wanted—because of it. I am so sad. I can write beautifully (have even won awards in the past), but I get nervous speaking to other adults sometimes. Also, I blank out on words I mean to use. They just don’t come to me until minutes after I need

I second the neck & décolletage recommendation. My face (at 40ish) is relatively winkle free (and I grew up in the tropics), but those areas tend to show age. Also, just got my first age spot on the back of my hand. Ugh.

THE MARTIAN. I recognize it. I just finished Jhumpa Lahiri’s THE LOWLAND. I love Indian authors.

Also at Goodwill stores and Salvation Army/thrift stores. People get rid of all kinds of kitchen things they don’t use or don’t see as valuable. In FL,especially.

I can’t stop laughing. Tears. Literally coming out of my eyes.

20$? 20$? I got a quarter—and, later, 5o cents. Sheesh. Millennials.

Kobe Bryant is not the least bit handsome.

Me too. Finally!

You shut your mouth, Forsythe P. Jones. Jackson Browne is an American treasure.