I was approached/propositioned/etc. by older men all the time, starting from about age 9. Fortunately for me, I was loved and treated well at home and terrified of sex, so I ran the opposite direction every time. If not for my family, my life could have gone very differently.

Where I lived when I was in high school, it was a trend where men in their late teens (out of school)/early 20s “dated” middle schoolers. Not high schoolers, but middle schoolers - 6th to 8th grade. I noted that most of the men were butt-fucking ugly and my 16-year-old brain decided they couldn’t get a woman their own…

Deleting my comment because additional information proved me wrong. Nothing to see here.

Pam is my hero. I would say role model but I could never even hope to be as awesome as Pam.

I just want to see a merman before I die. (Or however the line went. It’s been a while.)

Ghostbusters cereal with marshmallow Slimers.

So I wasn’t really paying attention to his public persona of late, but I’m not really surprised.

I was scared to sit on the benches at the Whitney because I wasn’t sure if they were seating or art.

I’d watch that.

The context is buried in the last link (I was curious, too.) She’s being sued for defamation by the man who found Caylee’s remains and was subsequently accused by defense of being the killer AND Anthony’s filed for bankruptcy. In other words, it’s a giant legal clusterfuck.

I grew up in a very, very politically progressive area of California and was a Republican in high school because if one wanted to rebel, it was either that or insisting Phish was better than the Grateful Dead.

HAHAHAHA!!! That’s awesome.

And the shlubbiest looking people are usually faculty. I almost called the campus police once because I didn’t recognize a professor from behind and though he was stealing office equipment.

I have a co-worker who could really comb her hair a little more often and I’ve actually put some thought into why this bothers me as much as it does (which is actually not a lot but enough to make me wonder why I care.) We are professionals and it is unprofessional looking but whatever, it doesn’t reflect on me in any…

My stupid shitass cat goes out of her way to barf on the carpet under the bed. She couldn’t pick a more inconvenient place for me to clean.

Before reading even the headline, I looked at that picture at laughed at that poor woman’s face.

I’ve tried all the bras that everyone else is swearing by in the comments here and the Enell is the only one that holds my tits down.

I’m pretty sure Last Resort is actually an Enell. Ugly as fuck, but immoblizes your boobs.

Have you tried the Enell? Serious boob squasher.

It’s a long story as to why I had two checking accounts at the time. But one day I absentmindedly used the wrong card at the grocery store and bought $30 more groceries than I had funds in the account once other debits I made that day cleared. By the time the dust settled, though, I was overdrawn by $500 thanks to…