Literally every time I’ve seen a red hat from afar since...oh, god, probably November 2015, I’ve automatically judged that person for their MAGA hat, even when I can’t tell from that distane.

Hey, Centralia’s strip mine fire is still burning.

Oh, Tiffany is definitely Anne. Good call!

I’m picturing it like an arcade version of Mortal Kombat, and I like it.

I have an extreme fascination with disasters revolving around nuclear power (Chernobyl is my “favorite” event in all of history). I recently started dating a guy, and while he didn’t know all that much about Chernobyl he did know a fair amount about nuclear power in general. Just a couple weeks into our relationship…

A couple weeks ago I was at a volunteering shift and was starving. They had free Cheetos for volunteers that week! I was so pumped! I was halfway through the bag before I remember Trump’s nickname and they no longer tasted so great. I’m so bummed we had to besmirch Cheetos’ name in this whole thing. They’re too…

My father had a job that basically called for him to be paying attention to the weather at all times. As a result, my younger brother and I were always deeply fascinated with the weather calls on the scanner, and learned how to properly read a weather map at a pretty early age.

Why keep it a secret?! Everyone should be swimming in the velvet of her voice without shame. Everyone.

Well, they don’t even have to do that!

Yup, this is an absolute necessity for me. I won’t accept a proposal until we’ve lived together at least a year.

My family just does that just because they love it (I live in the Midwest, which I feel explains it pretty well). My dad could live on the three-cheese Hamburger Helper. In fact, he tried very hard to make us live that life one year. We did it at least three times a week. My mom finally told him enough was enough.

We did this, but with peas.

DEFINITELY Amanda.

I just wrote a honkin’ huge post about my experience, but I had to pipe in to say “I hear ya.” I can’t tell you how many of my peers would see my parents’ camper trailer and marvel that we even had one—this was the late 90s, and that thing was from 1974. It was tiny, musty, partially broken, and covered in olive and…

My family’s situation was a little hard to pin down. I’m nearly 30 and I’m still a little confused, actually.

Mine was play kitchen sets with all the fake food!

I have less than four months until I cross that threshold: 30. I’m holding on by sinew, I tell ya.

Chrissy is my saint. I actually named my kitten after baby Luna.

I saw this immediately after reading that some people believe they’ll fake violence at this weekend’s rally to discredit “the opposition” and then will take steps to shutter public protest and gatherings.

You’re not the only one. I saw an entire thread devoted to people saying “I noticed that, too!” earlier in the week.