Yes, exactly, this, thank you.

I liked him in the role, but I kept thinking “Genetics does not work that way!”

That sounds magical. I love this show because half the time I can’t understand a damn thing they’re saying, but it’s still SO FUN to watch.

Exactly! I decided to name my daughter Dana because it’s easy to spell, easy to pronounce, and you probably aren’t gonna have a 1st grade class with 4 kids named Dana in it. I grew up with slews of buddies named Jenny and Sarah. Every time I turned around, I met another Jenny or Sarah.

A classmate-of-a-friend’s-kid has a sibling named Yarrow.

Ugh, yeah, that’s terrible.

Did the artist get permission from the pictured women to use their images? There are a few things that I’m not loving about this, but that’s probably top of the list. If I opened a book or magazine or internet page and saw a picture of myself all photoshopped like that, I’d be extremely alarmed, and I’ve never been in…

I love the assumption that American=white=Christian.

Well, right, we were *both* enthusiastic participants and there was no power differential. I guess my point was mostly “Hey, teenage girls are just as interested in sex as teenage boys”. I never understood this “Boys only care about having sex and girls only care about NOT having sex” viewpoint. It doesn’t seem…

I lost my virginity at 16 to a 15 year old boy who was also a virgin, and I gotta say, we were both pretty goddamn excited about the whole thing.

I’m the same way. I’m single and 5 months pregnant (whoopee!) and my father is falling all over himself to help me, which means sending me money. He can afford it, he’s happy to do it, I need it, but it’s SO HARD for me to bring up the subject, let alone flat-out *ask*.

And when I got the job teaching English in Korea and had to pay out-of-pocket for the plane ticket there, my parents did help me, because otherwise I couldn’t have afforded to get over there to accept the damn job. I am so fortunate that they were willing and able to do that for me, or I would have missed out on an…

I lived with my parents until the ripe old age of 21, and people gave me shit for that on a regular basis. Never mind that I was a full-time college student, attending the very decent college in my home town. Why the fuck would I have spent thousands of dollars on a dorm room and meal plan when my family home was less…

Oh and I feel I should point out that this was a position with a Girl Scout council, working directly with children, that required passing a background check and a driving record check. People were trusting us with their daughters, trusting us to be competent professionals with a handle on safety, child development,…

Yup, my old job did not seem to understand this. They wondered why they had high turnover in a position with no benefits, no insurance, a low wage, and only 20 hours per week. Yes, I wonder why all the qualified professionals quit as soon as they find something better? Maybe because you treat them like shit.…

I grew up with a parent who NEVER took time off for sickness, and so of course I learned to never take time off for sickness. I missed one day of school in elementary school because I had pneumonia, and one day of high school because I was in the crisis center because I’d run away from home the night before. That was…

I get separate vacation, sick, and personal days at my current job. At my last job, I was hourly, got no sick days, no personal days, nothing...so if I couldn’t work, I didn’t get paid. This job is much better. (And both the jobs are professional jobs in the nonprofit sector. Forget about any kind of benefits if you…

What is that from?! Eeeeek!

I used to take an antidepressant that cost $1000/month. When I got on Medicaid in GA, I found out that Medicaid wouldn’t pay for it, and since I had Medicaid, I was no longer eligible for the free mental health clinic (which had been getting me my Rx for $16/month.)

A guy I was dating raped me when I was 19. I knew it was painful, I knew it was terrifying, I knew I was still upset about it months later, I knew I couldn’t stop thinking about it...but I didn’t realize it was rape until I started talking to my therapist about it.