I have never gone to salons except for bridal parties and with my sister. I hate it. It always seemed so unsanitary, even in the cleanest of places. And having some unhappy, distracted stranger picking at my toes. Yuck. I never understood the appeal and thought it a waste of money. This affirms my aversion.

True story:

She still young. In DC, she’s practically a fetus. She could pull a Hilary Clinton. Once Obama leaves the office she could go into politics.

I liked to pretend I was a giant when I ate broccoli as a kid. I’d stick them in my mashed potatoes, pull them out of the ‘ground’ and chomp down on the tops.

Nothing kills a lady boner like a grown man with a toddler’s palate and a fear of trying new things. Yours is a perfectly valid reaction.

I don’t know why, but picky eaters frustrate me so much. Like I can understand not liking certain things, but people who go to awesome restaurants and order the chicken tenders every time just kill me. Or people who write off entire food groups, I had a friend who refused to eat vegetables. And her brother refused to…

does this guy ever go out and have fun?

Bosch. Those things are worth every penny. They’re so quiet.

My teenaged self is going to have to go with this Spader

I mean, yes the beautiful mouth, the bored but intelligent eyes, the angelic hair, the hot bod. But what really gets me is his voice. There are so many undercurrents in that voice - filthy filthy undercurrents.

When I get my time machine running, I’m coming for you, 1985 James Spader.

It looks like scrambled eggs...

I’m so glad I’m not the only one who is sick of “dark and gritty” with the superhero movies. Fucking Christopher Nolan. That new Batman vs Superman movie looks depressing as shit. Even the Iron Man movies, which started out super fun, became all dark and depressing in the third installment. Whatever happened to fun?

You know the saying “I don’t shit where I eat”? Well I wouldn’t fuck where I shit. I don’t get the appeal of bathroom sex at all.

I literally cannot stop. It’s like a disease.

Me too. I’m fine with my beer belly and big thighs but my chin fat pisses me right off. I would absolutely try this. Fix armpit flab next, science!

Thank you for this comment. It’s a pretty succinct summary of a significantly overlooked kind of street harassment and I hope that Jezebel will pick it up and do a story on this topic too.

The comments weren’t just about being invisible - ie not being street harassed at all - there were comments from people whose first experience of it wasn’t being punished by men for their perceived fuckability, but also being punished by men for their perceived unfuckability. e.g. the first time I was aware of being…

I don’t think it’s so much a “fear of missing out” on harassment as it is the implicit exclusion from the Club of Real Women Having Real Women’s Experiences. When the actual article starts out with “women are not a monolith, but for real, y’all, this is EVERY WOMAN’S STORY,” it’s easy to get the message, yet again,…

I just made a comment to this effect. I know what these men are doing is disgusting, but it makes me feel really inhuman when this universal experience of women being hit on is not one I have.