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When I read that the United Kingdom had been offering gas and air to women laboring in their own fucking homes in the goddamned seventies and the US didn’t offer it to me in a hospital in 2014 I flipped shit.

I’ve given birth twice and tore twice. I was explicit in my preference for NO EPISIOTOMY unless it was necessary to save the baby’s life or mine. I was lucky enough to give birth in a hospital that was ok with an unmedicated labor and was attended by a midwife who did things like pressing a warm towel against my

He was a frequent judge on previous seasons.. ?

I’m the monster in this one. I didn’t take romantic relationships particularly seriously in my twenties, (in part because I was in the midst of a 7-year on again/off again relationship with a narcissist fuckboi.)

I feel you, girl. in 5th grade my best friend since kindergarten ditched me because her new cheerleader friends thought I was too weird. we had always gone trick-or-treating together, but this year her new “cool girl” friends were coming too. they did that shitty thing that kids do where they all ran away from me and

I too, was the girl that was ditched, and it happened a lot.  And I wasn’t even an asshole in school, just slightly weird.

That’s a super messed up assignment. My 11th grade lit teacher was amazing, and on Valentine’s Day she had us write 3-5 anonymous notes to people in our class telling them why we thought they were beautiful. Some of them were more superficial, like “you have a nice smile”, and some of them were pretty deep. She then

I was the girl that got ditched :(
My best friend in elementary school lived next door and we were both kind of dorks. Overnight, like literally the day we started middle school, she blossomed into a cool kid. The first day of 7th grade we both wore black pleated skirts and green sweaters, except she looked like Liv

Let me set a stage here.

This is how one of my best childhood friends betrayed me over some petty-ass shit.

Let’s see. Can i tell this from the opposite perspective?

Sometimes I get that “I’m a bad friend” feeling when I don’t return someones call for a long time, or I forget a birthday, etc. Then I remember . . . there are people like this woman in the world . . . and I realize that I am doing okay. 

When I was in my mid 20s, my best friend from highschool who had some codependency issues got married to this military guy I didn’t really know that well. She is kind of a loud mouth, and he is very, very quiet, so the few times I hung out with him he said literally nothing to me. When she got engaged, she asked me to

I know! Pop culture is shocking isn’t it?

It is ridiculous but also entertaining. I’m just amazed that someone’s career can be cancelled bc of it.

WIFE: Do you want the windows open?
ME: Nah, I’m fine.
WIFE: Okay I’ll open the windows a little.

Oh my fucking god, Drew! I’m so sorry that you went through that and I’m so fucking happy you’re alive! To share I went through something milder than that last year. I had 3-4 episodes where I was shaking badly. One time when I was going to work and it was so bad I couldn’t put the lid on my coffee; a stranger had to

Jesus, man. This is harrowing. Like everyone else in the comments, I’m glad things didn’t go differently.

My wife is a millennial. Our first international vacation together was before smartphones, so all we had was a map and directions to the hotel. It was already dark out and we were tired. I’m driving the rental car and asking her to navigate. At this point, she tells me that she doesn’t know how to read/use a map.  And