this guy.

I live in a small town out on the Alberta prairie. Our RCMP depot closes at 5 pm, no lie. You’d be better off going to the liquor store by the Super 8 for help. At least it’s open until 2 am and someone in there likely has a hunting rifle.

See I’d buy it and turn it into cat jail for when my little butt acts up.

I’m with you. Or if I do put on lipstick once a month that is anything more than a bronzy neutral gloss, they’re like “whoa! You’re fancy today!” I have had huge lips all my life...I like them and all, but me doing color on them is the definition of self-conscious.

Same. All sorts of red flags...

Yup to a poster above I call those folks the “to be honest” people... they use that as an excuse to behave terribly.

I’m Canadian, so I already find the entire notion of being charged for being sick offensive. But then being charged like this? Oh fuck that shit. Fuck it right in the ass.

Mine is 6 now and due to a complicated c-section we did not get skin to skin for several hours. She’s well adjusted, incredibly loving, smart as fuck, and so funny it hurts me. Trust me it will be ok.

Saskatchewan is Brad Wall

I feel confused over why Hillary gets described as being as cold and unfeeling as a robot. Hilly C makes me cry more consistently than dogs greeting soldiers back from war.

tbh listening to trump bark about women, and then imaging hrc as the first woman potus made me tear up.

Absolutely! I just thought it was crazy that a tree *could* be made into fabric.

Rayon by itself might be of trees, but mixed with polyester, it becomes the fabric of satan.

1. Natural fabrics.

I don’t disagree with your point, but I respectfully disagree with your distaste for the term “flattering.” Shouldn’t we all strive to look our best? Is shows that we respect ourselves and those around us. The thing is, “flattering” doesn’t have to mean “appear slimmer.” It just means enhancing your beauty-innner and…

As a fat person, I would really like to see decent basics. A fucking white button down that doesn’t immediately pop open at my boobs. Jeans that aren’t jeggins- or “mom jeans”. Tee shirts and cardigans that aren’t priced 3 times as much as the skinny version (ahem-Old Navy) Just plain, well tailored clothes. Jesus, is…

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Ah, the late Condescending Record Store Guy. Survived by his son, Condescending GameStop Dude.

I did not work in a record store. I did, however, watch Empire Records roughly one gazillion times. So, basically, I think I understand what goes on at record stores on a daily basis: faux funerals, boffing a has-been old man in the back room, gluing quarters to the floor, having an impromptu party that everyone turns…