When I was younger, I imagined I would grow up to have big, dark hair, curly as a telephone cord. Official 80s hair. I still think that would be beautiful. Your hair is great.

Masturbating with a partner. You both get off, it’s intimate, you can touch each other while you do it, and no one feels stressed to perform. It is fantastic, even for relationships where you already have great sex. Try it out, sometime!

You know how some people have an awful experience with tequila once and then can’t even smell it without vomiting? Yeah, I can’t even imagine penetration being pleasurable, anymore. Bad sex can ruin it for your future relationships, too. If you’re having bad sex, GET OUT FAST.

You would not believe how many years I spent thinking there was something physically wrong with my vagina. And he was rough with EVerything. Pretty much spoiled my entire view of penetration. I can’t even imagine it as pleasurable anymore.

I rate “bad sex” as a no-go because I spent nine years married to a man, I never got off, and it always wound up hurting. If we used lube, there wouldn’t be enough friction, so he would keep going til there was, and it hurt. I got very angry and very bitter, I never wanted to have sex, and I nearly physically hurt him…

Dunno what it’s name was, but you played a seahorse that changed color and hid among different shades of coral from voracious fish, and if you tried to go into a cave, sometimes an octopus would tickle you back out. Commodore 64. 198something. The next game I loved after that was on Sega Channel, Phantasy Star.

Yeah, I know. But where the legal system falls short at the moment, it’d be great if we could count on people to say “We don’t employ violent scumbags.” Much less, “We reward violent scumbags with $12m dollar contracts coz they’re really good at playing games.”

It is horrible, but there are people who commit a third offense and actually get jail time. And I’m not entirely sure we shouldn’t count the spouses who pay their bail, then go home and kill their wife/husband/kids. But then again, family annihilators usually take themselves out, too, so their losing their jobs is…

So they don’t actually do time, they pay your ass to get out of it. If they go to jail, they lose their jobs. People DO in fact lose their jobs over domestic violence, and it’s NOT just the 1%. It’s people who can’t afford to post bail, or who do more than a few days in jail. Dumb f***.

Are you kidding? If you go to jail for beating your wife or girlfriend, is McDonalds going to keep your seat warm for you? Will the Apple Genius Bar keep your place in line? Are they going to have your joke nametag sitting at your station in memorial at Whole Foods? No! They’re going to fire your ass and get someone…

Monogrammed coffee thermoses.

Cool, cool, another troll for my list. Thanks for outing yourself.

See, SJWs aren’t creating Trump. Idiots are. I was looking at your posts, and I can’t tell if you’re a troll or a Republican or a Moderate or what, but I think you have this idea that SJWs are a mindset of people that exists, and they’re pretty much not. Liberals can be idiots, too, okay, and the idiots of our side…

Seriously, I’ve been depriving myself and my entire family of Chik-Fil-A because of their assholishness for so long, thank you for this. I never thought of it this way. And I don’t know what the hell they put in their breading, but it is so fucking amazing! My Mom misses their carrot salad! I’m dying for those crunchy…

Yeah, there are exceptions for things like “That server doing the thing that a totally normal human would do in that situation is wrong.” Basically, it’s not about Pinkham or the submitter’s writing ability or freedom from criticism. You’ll find that Pinkham’s Law discussions are among the most popular here. I’m on…

Nnnnnnnnnnnno. You didn’t. Pinkham’s Law states that no matter how abhorrent or reprehensible the actions of a customer are, someone will appear in the comments to defend them.

I hate many parts of my body. Sometimes I just wish I could pull the parts I don’t like off, just toss em in the trash, no surgery needed. It’s the money and the fact that it’s actual surgery that keeps me from changing myself, but I really hope my kid doesn’t pick up on my shame.

With no husband to compete over, or look pretty for, and no scientists to fall in love with or cry when they’re mean to them, those little housewives will get along just fine.

My kid does taekwando, which means I’m in a small room with a bunch of the same parents every week for thirty minutes and everyone is on their phones or talking to each other. I can try to eavesdrop, maybe that’ll help, but Idk. I’ll give it a try next week. Maybe, if nothing else, I can practice communicating with…

What do you say to a person you want to meet? I’m not talking about men meeting women, or dating, or any of that crap. Just like... I have NO idea how to make an adult friend in an actual public place where the same people go all the time. I recognize the people there, but no one talks to me, and apparently I look at…