I was talking to some other girls in one of my classes and mentioned that I'm a feminist. Their immediate reaction was, "Oh, so you won't take your husband's last name when you get married?" I laughed it off but was like "THAT'S LITERALLY THE LEAST RELEVANT THING I CAN THINK OF" in my head...of course it IS Texas,…

Glad to know I'm not the only one.

I don't get it. I just don't fucking get it. The GOP ran on a basis of hatred and they fucking won.

I don't understand why my state hates having good things, but I'm proud of Wendy and glad I voted for her regardless.

Same here. I already bought their stuff, but the first time I saw a model with stretch marks (just like me!) it really cemented my love for the brand.

All the gory stuff from the last few episodes was rough, but that scene made me gag and cover my eyes. So relevant it hurt.

I couldn't watch the entirety of the scene with the lollipop because it make me feel so sick. Gorman got what he deserved, fucking creep.

I'm an only child, but this happens all the time when I'm with my closest guy cousin. One time, an older lady told started telling him how handsome he was, and how lucky his girlfriend (me, ugh) was to be with someone who had "such beautiful eyes". We were just like, noooo, we're cousins. Relatives can go shopping…

My old neighbor had chickens, which was fine (the other neighbors have goats!), but the damn rooster did not understand the concept of sunrise AT ALL. 3AM? Not sunrise. 7 PM? Still not sunrise. Midnight? NOT SUNRISE. I hated that bird.

Chunklets made me snort tea out my nose. Now I have to find a way to use that word...

My dad's priest, back in the 60s, taught them that God was the one who set everything in motion, way back in the beginning, creating the universe and setting evolution on track, and the same thing about our "day" not being the same as God's. That's the idea he shared with me, and it just made sense. That said, I do…

Exactly this. It's the honks and the "hey baby!"s yelled out of truck windows instead of to your face, in the minute it takes you to walk from your car to wherever you're going. God forbid you actually have to walk any distance, because it just gets worse.

I just can't comprehend the way some people think. It literally makes no sense.

Definitely. I try to trust my gut feelings when I get them that strongly, because you really never know. That one incident was the strongest it's ever been-I was basically begging my dad to stop and then once we got there I was like uhhhh...I dunno, maybe I want a coke?

Both my parents taught for 20+ years, and I can't tell you how many different situations they ran into because "my man comes first". One kid's great-grandma was caring for him because mom's new boyfriend didn't like him and the mom was like ...bye, you're living with grandma now!

I use OPI Nail Envy as a base coat and my polish stays on pretty decently-plus it really helps with nail health!

Seriously, I don't know how many times I've been touched so I don't get ojo. My hair, my face, whatever. On a funny note, around this part of Texas, we also accuse people of giving our food ojo if it falls on the floor. It's how my mom always gets me to share my food with her, sigh.

Right? It feels like it should be a warning, not just "oh look, you're making food". I think the closest I got to a warning-type one was when I was about 8 and made my dad get off the highway and stop at a gas station. I was very insistent, but when we got there I didn't really have to use the bathroom or buy a…

Now that I'm thinking about it, it's totally possible. The bad feeling always shows up once I start to piece together what's happening, not before! The other night it happened while I was making dinner (in a brand-new apartment) and talking to my roommate (who I've known under a year) when it started to line up with…

Yeah, my cousin made sure she went through our great-aunt to find someone. She had an idea that if they weren't legit it would get worse or her husband would refuse to see another. Sometimes I wonder what she had to do...but I really don't think I want to know.