Yyyyyeeepppp. And they are really aggressively invested in making women orgasm, without enough self-awareness to realize that it’s only for their own egos and not for the woman at all. Dude is going to be quite aggravated with you if you don’t cum.

NorCal is crawling with them, for one.

Lucky you. I knew a ton of these guys in my 20s. Maybe it’s a liberal arts thing.

When I was in junior high, there was a Nutcracker cast party at the home of my classmate with the Best Feet in Our Class, and she had a flippin’ barre and mirror in her bedroom.

That’s me in the froooont [/vocal fry].

That sounds pretty nice. They must have some really serious water conservation techniques set up to make that happen.

You can use the mnemonic “Ken Doll” to remember which one is Kendall cos she’s the taller, stiffer one.

I rarely needed to get to the Valley, but man, you take the 2 to the 210 to the 118 and you have the road basically to yourself.

If anyone here is wondering what LASIK is like, just get a mild burnt popcorn smell going in the room and stare at the rugs in this thread for about 30 seconds without blinking. Ugh.

Sounds like you should try a savory pie. Chicken or steak or mushroom bourguignon.

IDK, I grew up partially in L.A. and all the actor kids were and are total fucking weirdos.

My sister and I were dead ringers for the little monster from The Bad Seed, and together, we gave off a real Village of the Damned vibe. We even had the haircut. I wish I had learned to enjoy creeping people out at a much younger age. We could have teamed up and manipulated people into giving us snacks.

It’s not about the hair. It’s about the walking archetypes who tend to wear their hair that way. It’s metonymy for “hipster dude who is going to be really rude to you about coffee/music/veganism.”

*shudder*

Good point. They still thought it was able to wander around inside the body and make us “hysterical,” so for all they knew, it probably had little flippers and looked like a wee dolphin.

Is that thing intentionally shaped like a uterus?!

I love it. Call me Primrose Caprese.

Whenever they post about him, I feel like I’ve been asked to do an unpleasant chore. I don’t WANNA do the work of recognizing him.

I wear my night guard religiously and I’ve still lost three molars to grinding so IDK... maybe we should just be comfortable and not wear the damn things if they’re not doing their jobs.