I lost my uterus (I like to say “misplaced” b/c it gets good looks from people) a while back, and it’s a sucky thing to go through. Since I’m sure Kim K is scouring the Jez comments for advice, wink, here are some good things to focus on:
1. You’ll never have to buy tampons again, and you can re-purpose your existing…

Old rich ladies LOVE buying jewelry. And at a certain point they don’t have to give a shit if it’s technically an engagement ring, or an anniversary ring, or someone else’s birthstone. They’re like “wrap that shit up, I’m 84 and I want it.”

I’m sure that a lot of us who have lost our dads are looking at this and *sigh* ( I wish everyone had been lucky enough to have had one like mine)

She’s speaking from personal experience. We all cracked up super hard when she dropped that line.

I wanted to see Sal tied up too.

Your sister didn’t learn to tie her shoes until she was fucking seven. So rest happily in the knowledge that your sister is stupid and needed the constant attention or she would have accidentally eaten a fork and died

Her replacement is ready to step in, with no one the wiser.

The fact that "your mom" remembers this episode, makes me feel ancient. Lol.

I have a theory about people who become wildly successful/famous on the level that Steve has achieved: their relationship with their past, pre-fame and success, is an either or proposition. Either they embrace it. Or they shed it like a snake sheds its skin, leaving it in the middle of the road, to dry up and blow…

"Oh my god. Oh my god," he repeated, looking up at his intended— a vast horror building behind his tear-filled eyes— wondering how it could have all changed so suddenly; how it would never be like it was; whether he could ever love her again. "Oh my god," he said once more, softer, before slipping away beneath the…

I am going to use that picture to start a meme of Michelle Rodriguez looking fast and furious as she runs away from things.

A friend of mine forgot her baby in the car (but only for a few minutes, luckily), and here's how it happened: she'd had a long day at work and was coming down with a cold, so was exhausted. We all met for dinner every Friday night and they almost always brought their baby, but her husband usually drove the kid…

I hate hate HATE the phrases "baby bump" and "hubby". They make my skin crawl.

I keep watching the GIF.

Since 2034.

With the last letter, I cannot personally say anything about race but I can with disability. I have often struggled with my own depression with being disabled, dependant, and lonely. If the letter writer is reading this, know that you are not alone with this aspect of things. It is hard to make friends and hard to…