yeah watching/feeling yourself heal and having to think about the fact that you CHOSE to let someone do that to your face is a weird feeling. the strangest part about the experience for me was how long it takes to notice the differences, too. i was swollen for so long, and still had to wear braces for an additional…

seriously i am so0 grateful/the struggle with our insurance was a MISERABLE process. i also was a pretty skinny kid to begin with and lost 15 pounds in less than three weeks right after the procedure.

It is WEIRD. I had a class three malocclusion and all this shit growing up (upper palate too small, severe underbite, jaw not matched up at all) and had major surgery that required having my jaw wired shut for six weeks when I was fifteen. Once the swelling went down, my teeth, lips, nose, cheeks, and chin were so…

i know this is tangential, but since some parts of this conversation are getting orientalist-y, here's a link to the google books page of "a critical and cultural theory reader" by anthony easthope and kate mcgowen, which is a really fascinating read: http://books.google.com/books?id=Nd7sm…. there's an essay in it…

"this man is not doing anything that jesus asked him to"

ah. i misread you. yeah. there is a side that does. a small, dwindling side

I missed this but my roommate saw it: freshman year, a woman who was DEFINITELY not a student of our college (which was in the middle of Boston so like okay but still) paused between two sets of doors to enter a residence hall, bent over with her fairy wings fluttering in the air, peeing AND puking at the same time.…

Absolutely. I love most of the articles on here but there are some types of posts I just can't get behind.

*six of my MALE friends, while on the phone with a boyfriend. just in case that detail matters. (which it doesn't)

i completely agree. this response is childish as all hell. really represents the side of jezebel that does NOT encourage me to keep reading.

i've lived in new york, boston, and dc. it never. fucking. stops. i even had a complete stranger grab my ass through a maxi skirt while walking down a well lit street in boston's theatre district with about six of my friends. recently, in dc, i found myself reluctantly making conversation with a less aggressive creep…