I imagine it would have been unacceptable if she was a chesty dame. Smaller breasts seemed to be more fashionable in the 1930s.

I once got hit on with "do you have a boyfriend?" "Yes" "is it serious?" "Yes" "well you should hit me up when you break up." BITCH, wishing ill on my lovely relationship is not going to win you any points with me.

I made a fort with a guy "friend" out of a broken papasan and blankets. And we made out in it, then ran off to my room to screw. That was really fun.

Me(at a bar, staring at a guy's basket of mozzarella sticks): "You gonna finish that?"

Also, one time I got a guy to go home with me by saying we could make a sleeping fort. We did, which he promptly passed out in.

I went straight for the kill, which is something that is totally out of character for me. Typically, I'll wait years for someone to notice me, but a few years ago I had enough. While out at a bar with a friend on a particularly quiet night, the cold air blew in the object of my affection. We knew each other, but he…

I think the sponge ones were developed so women wouldn't have to endure the pain of metal or brush rollers. Unfortunately, they had to endure the dents in their hair caused by sponge rollers.

It was a glorious summer day in drawing class so we all went out to the historical cemetery on campus to sketch. I was wearing a red sundress and I decided that I really wanted to get the attention of this one guy I'd been checking out all term.

Did your grandma ever use brush rollers? They had stiff tufts of plastic or something sticking out of them. Compared to those, sleeping in the metal curlers was probably bearable-sort of.

I'd like to emphasize her point on how ridiculous it is to treat virginity as a sacred thing...it can be the trauma of sexual abuse even worse when your parents treat it like it's that important and you "lose" it. Sure, it's not your fault that you "lost" it, but you still technically did. The only reason we should be…

Yeah, I can't even snark on this. I don't know why. Usually I'm the snarkiest bastard I know. Maybe it's her face; she looks so genuinely distraught. I just want to hug her and set her up with a nice guy who will love her for real and say nice things for free. We all deserve at least that much.

That is why I HATE when people wave at an intersection. I automatically know they have no idea how to drive. Just know the damn rules about who goes first and go when its your freakin' turn.

I like Rita Ora's version better. I think the high neckline is just really unflattering.

I want to track the guy down to see what all that money is buying.

She probably also thinks that goddamned dress is White and Gold.

I am so heartbroken for how desperately lonely this woman must be to believe this story.

Oh, honey, no :(

Ugh, Kid Rock is like that relative that shows up and suddenly Thanksgiving becomes even more stressful.

No, that was Geoffrey.