I call that “toxic positivity”. “Oh, you broke your leg? Think of how much rest you’ll get when you’re in traction for four months!! FUN!”

WHAT THE HELL? That is grounds for a kick in the tailbone. What kind of dumbass pizza eating behaviour is that? I couldn’t handle it. I would either screech at her to eat like a human being or I would get up and leave. Nobody wants/needs to see that.

Amen. I want them to go awaaaaaay. (Having said that I am totally reading this book.)

Seriously. I cringed and crossed my legs watching it.

I’m wondering now if I have it. I have near constant pain on my left side, and have gained a ton of weight. I’ve been to doctors for the past 5 years and very little relief. I’m going to get checked about PCOS.

Nuttin’ but tweed. Even the underpants. All tweed.

You are absolutely right. This is a hit waiting to happen. And I’m going to need at least one of them to wear an all-tweed wardrobe.

That story is horrifying. I hope the boy is okay.

yup.

We had a girl like that in our middle school, only she wasn’t popular. She was one of the “bad crowd” and was a super early developer. Everyone used to whisper that she was a stripper and had a 20 year old boyfriend. Everyone (except for her crowd) also hated her bc she was so hard and nasty. Looking back, now, I feel…

“...his hand firmly nestled in her jeans’ back pocket.”

OhmiGod, I love you. Also, Tit Essayist is an idiot. Like, shut up, already.

Drives me nuts. Why are they females and not WOMEN. They’re WOMEN.

Dick Berns. *snicker* Awesome. Also, that is a big bunch of BS that they’ll ship more quickly to you under a man’s name.

I was in university when my father was in Saudi Arabia during the first Gulf War. I hadn’t slept in a week, and another girl (her parents were also in Saudi Arabia) had all her exams and deferred (we used to stress-cry on each other’s shoulders and sit together glued to CNN). When I went in, the councillor said “Well,…

I got into Engineering, took 3 years of Economics as an undergrad and hated it so much I switched to English. I’m a working writer. My dad is an Engineer and deep down, loves the fact that I’m doing what I love.

No. Just flat out, oh holy hell, NO! No.

I would die. DIE.

I hate him on your behalf. I hate. HATE. Feet.

I would, honest to God, have strangled him. Goddamn feet are the worst.