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Seriously. I discovered I was firmly in menopause at age 48, when my husband had a vasectomy and I went off the pill. The hot flashes were awful, so I'm back on the hormones. I am hating the middle-age spread, when I've had a flat belly my whole life. It's impossible to find pants that look good (and I'm height/weight

Good luck with menopause, Angie. It is kicking my ass. It's weird - there's a feeling of mortality that sets in. It suddenly becomes clear that, once you're done with the reproductive age, nature doesn't give a shit about you anymore. You can say that 50 is the new 30, but you can feel that is a lie.

Can't speak on Hawaii because i've never been there, but I'd say my general experience in life (as being half asian half white) has been that Asian people see me as White, while White people think of me as Asian. I get to be exotic, but at the same time everyone see's me as "the other."

I'm half Korean half Caucasian. I dealt with people like this growing up. My parents divorced so I moved a lot. When I was living mainland U.S. (Washington state), I was called a "gook" and a "chink". When I moved to Hawaii to live with my mom, I was called "haole (white) shit" by ironically enough, Koreans.

I guess we're talking about beauty privilege, which I fully acknowledge is a real thing, and through which I have had countless unearned advantages.

I feel okay saying this because of the relative anonymity of the internet, and because it was so long ago- in my twenties I was generally acknowledged to be beautiful. To an almost ridiculous degree. People asked me on a regular basis if I was an actress or model. I'm embarrassed to say it now, but it happened so

Ummmm that top picture you have there is Reverend Billy of the Church of Stop Shopping. He is not a Christian; he's an activist and performance artist. His hedgehog head you might say is an homage. In any case, you should not lump him in with Jimmy fucking Swaggart.

A guy I worked with told me he was splitting wood in the back yard when his only child, then 4 years old, came up behind him, within axe back-swing range. He told the kid to stand farther back, took a couple more swings, then caught sight of movement in the corner of his eye. Kid was right back in the danger zone. He

1. Pick things up with my toes whenever it's more convenient (I basically am always barefoot in the house now)

I don't clean my bathroom for months at a time. I just cleaned it two days ago and it was so gross. I probably won't be giving it another clean until we are well into summer. I fucking hate cleaning the bathroom; I'll shit in filth, I don't even care. When I live with people, I am more on top of my cleaning game, but

M&Ms beg to be sorted by color. Then they are to be eaten starting with the color of which there is the most - but only until it gets to the number of the next most. Then, colors alternate between those until they match in quantity the third most. This is repeated until all colors are represented in equal

This, right here, is my favourite article of all time, anywhere.

I raised my kid in Eugene in the 80's. What a great town and time.

This is so cool. I remember when I first heard The Pretenders. As a kid from Anchorage, which had AOR stations but were still stuck in the Lynyrd Skynrd* era, when I got to college in the lower 48, and someone cued up The Pretenders, I was blown away. I saw 'em live in Eugene in the early 1980s. God, was that great.

I dunno... maybe she just shouldn't have swallowed that IUD in the first place.

I have the same reaction to salt. Sodium? Death. Chlorine? Death. Put em together? Yum.

By far my favorite Food Babe rant is about how airplanes don't bring pure oxygen into the cabins (from here, since she tried to scrub it from the internet):

I'm probably not a member of that family you mention, but I was one of the many refugees fleeing the war in South Vietnam (yes, South Vietnam, not Vietnam since it didn't exist back in '75 when I left as a 4 year old refugee days before Saigon fell; there was a South Vietnam and a North Vietnam and I have family on

I would ask that you not refer to Gaa as a fuckwaffle. Neither fucking nor waffles should be associated with Gaa. Neither fucking nor waffles did anything to hurt you so please do not hurt them.