Yet another example of how women are socialized to have manners and men are socialized to believe that women will have manners for them.
I got bold once (during turtleneck season obvs) and grew my whiskers out so I could have them all waxed at one time. My waxist couldn’t contain her dismay and called in back up...then I crawled up my own butt hole and died. Do you think Susan Sarandon is dealing with this shit? Forehead ghost hair is proof that no,…
Eh, just shave your face. It’s a great exfoliant and not nearly as painful. (And, not, it doesn’t make your facial hair grow back thicker/darker/stronger. In fact, if gets rid of all those fine baby hairs and makes your skin softed.)
I DEMAND MORE RANDILYN STORIES.
I had a friend named Elizabeth who insisted on being called Elizabeth and corrected anyone who shortened it: “I believe that I introduced myself as Elizabeth, did I not?”. (which is 100% her right) But she got mouthy once with my assistant. Whenever she called he would “accidentally” not put her on hold and shout…
I guess they were tight. Like, super tight, because it burst out like the Kool-Aid man coming through a wall.
Bronx Mowgli? From the Concrete Jungle Book?
I went through a spell where I so hated pooping at work that I’d go to the Methodist Church down the street and use the loo on the second floor. No one ever discovered me.
Girl, you gotta keep those whoozits and whatsits in that aplenty status.
“Toxins” had me wondering if Food Babe ghost-wrote it.
Actually, yeah. Not like right that week but a year or so later we broke up, and that trip might well have figured prominently in to the knock-down drag-out arguments discussions leading up to that decision. You don’t even know the half of the shit that idiotic man-child pulled after we returned. Apparently this…
I fully recognize that I am very fortunate to have been born here, and I am proud of my ancestors for having come here and worked hard and survived, and I am proud of my country - especially when she gets off her butt and does the right thing - but that’s not my point. When people say they are proud of being American,…
Can you vote? Yes.
I’m on vacation so things are well. Just got back from the Maine wildlife preserve and range pond for animals watching and swimming. In a bit we’re going to set off fireworks. For now it’s The Incredibles one of the best Pixar movies of all time on the tv to make my cousins 4 year old happy. I hope everyone has a…
Blueberry pie. It’s why I am proud to be an American.
Anecdotal Evidence: I’m 32. It’s been 2 years. No baby. The panic is real.
I was ghosted after a 5 year relationship. Five. No infidelity between us. One big blowup every 2 or 3 months. But I genuinely believed we were happy. We traveled together. Cooked together. Read together. Did the NYT crossword together. I have never been so happy with another person in my entire life. I bought a house…
Maybe she even did sit him down and break up with him, and he was just too drunk to remember. Possible??
The dad jeans kill me.