I don't understand the publishing industry. I am a woman in my 30s who buys A LOT of books (3+ per week) - of all genres, but mostly from the more stereotypical female genres (romance, "chick-lit", some suspense and other best sellers), so I am right in there in terms of target consumer. I mostly read books, but I…
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YES. I need someone to push back against me, too! It seems like it's so obvious that you wouldn't marry someone that didn't fit in such a fundamental way, but it takes a lot of self-awareness that this lady in the letter clearly lacks.
Same here!
OK, so I should preface this by saying that I am one of the most skeptical people on Earth. Whenever I hear any ghost-related stories, I look for the most logical answer. However, I have had a few experiences recently that I honestly just can't explain. Here's one of them.
This looks like it could be on the cw's "Reign". That is a compliment.
She's certainly talented, but these moves and her costume seem more appropriate for an adult woman. That is one of the things I found refreshing about the performance Mark posted- she's dressed like a child and the choreography can't be interpreted as too adult. Not knocking this little girl or her talent though!…
The thing I love most is how her dance is not at all sexualized. It is simply about the beauty and skill of movement. I always get nervous whenever I watch a video of a preteen girl dancing, because it seems like they are always uncomfortably sexual. This was just joyful and bad-ass.
I have to say, I'm not a huge fan of either show (but I do like Michaels and I've never questioned her intentions as a person.)
My freshman year of college, I made the mistake of dating a very serious born-again Christian. (I was raised both Catholic and Unitarian Universalist, I'm not sure what he was doing in the relationship either.)
One day I overheard a girl yelling at a boy on the (pay)phone with the same name as my boyfriend. Being a one stoplight town, I was curious and asked her his last name. Turns out, she was yelling at her/my boyfriend. We hitchhiked to his house (with a super creepy dude) and upon knocking on the door, discovered he was…
"Sincerely, McKenna Peterson, The Fabulous Basketball Player."
Potato ricer! Best thing for making mashed potatoes or gnocchi!
I have no idea why, but I wanted Winston from New Girl to be singing this.
Ugh, and what's with the teeny-tiny boob pockets on juniors clothing. Why put a 2x2 square where a pocket should (not) be?
Clowns. My best story involves a lot of clowns.
I mean, I have other stories. Honorable mention goes to the time I had sex on the 5th floor of a hotel's glass-walled staircase in plain view of the street below because we couldn't afford to get a room in said hotel, and the time I swam out to the center of Walden Pond…
When I was in my early 20's, there was a club that my friends and I went to SO often that we joked about it being cheaper to just pay them rent. We knew everyone. Everyone knew us. My cousin, a 6'8" hulk of a guy, was the bouncer. It was just one of those great (if slightly alcoholic) moments in time.
When I was 15 I used to steal my parents car in the middle of the night, drive 15 miles through LA to my girlfriend's apartment, where she would sneak up to the roof so as to avoid her ex naval officer father hearing us and subsequently murdering me, and have gross teenager sex until 6am. Then, because my girlfriend…