Uff, this is such a terribly condescending article. As an Indian urban woman from a city, I find her tone patronising to say the least. I have no desire to defend the deep patriarchal mindset that most Indian men, and several women, in my country swear by - but c’mon, this is ridiculous. She goes to a semi-urban part…

I’m from Chillicothe; I knew Tiffany and Charlotte from high school. People have their opinions of the town—I even agree with a lot of them. It breaks my heart, though, to hear the constant narrative of “Yeah, it’s such a tragedy, but they were drug-using prostitutes. The town’s riddled with poverty, what do you…

In some other timeline where I didn’t step in, my friend might have had a good crazy wedding hookup story to contribute. She and a super hot (although in retrospect maybe he was just British) groomsman were drunkenly making out a bunch at the reception, and as we were about to leave, he was definitely insinuating that…

This is not my story. I was merely an observer on this crazy wedding hook-up ride.

I used to be a wedding planner, so it is not my hook up story to tell-but it was a very elaborate wedding at a winery. The couple was married by a young, handsome minister, who chatted about his wife and kids during the reception. Guess who was caught banging in a bathroom at the after-party? The minister and one of…

I’m a velocipedestriENNE, thank you very much

I’m with you right here. I’m mixed race as well and I constantly have my identity validated and invalidated by those around me. Some tell me I’m white, some tell my I’m black, some tell me I’m chinese, others call me a fucked up mix, just a hodge podge, a freak- and I don’t want to pass as anything, I just want to be…

In my opinion, ethnicity isn’t something one can really move in and out of physically or mentally.

Right. As Margaret Atwood says, Men are afraid women will laugh at them. Women are afraid men will murder us.

God, that’s horrific. That’s why women are conditioned to give men a “soft no”. Because they’ll fucking murder us otherwise.

DJ would be SO disappointed in him.

I guess Uncle Jesse forgot his big sister, Pam, was KILLED by a drunk driver!

We did a month in Italy (including driving there and back from London) after my folks told us they were separating.

I am in third grade and we are on the way to Disney World. I am stoked. It is my first visit. This is a budget Disney World vacation scrimped and saved for by my middle class, penny pinching parents, so instead of flying we were packed up into the family mini van for two days of driving from the south Texas coast to…

A veritable haiku of teenage angst.

ooh! Ooh! My mom’s family is from S. Florida, so “family vacation” always meant “visit Gramma and Grampa in Ft. Lauderdale. Cool. It has a beach! My grandparents live like, on the damn beach so my brother and I would jump out of the car, throw on a swim suit and run head long into the water on a semi public-ish beach…

Something similar happened to me, only it was my cousin, who for some reason was fed an adult-sized portion of port wine cheese before a long car ride (he was 5 or six). He fell into a cheese coma, rolled over on me, muttered ‘silly pancake,’ then puked up his adult-sized portion of port wine cheese all over me.

We went to Orlando for a week and then right after our parents told us they were getting a divorce. Wompwomp.

My wife’s best friend ordered a cake from a little old lady who ran a cake business out of her house. We used her for our wedding. Best cake ever, she would makethe cake the morning of the wedding. So, we are at the reception waiting on cake. No cake. We call the cashed lady. No answer. Finally we send a family…