Damn! I'm only 24.2. Just short of the window!

I mean, yeah, but it's based on Piper's memoir. You can't base something on a book and then just say "fuck the lead character, let's make it about someone completely different."

I'm at the point where I just can't be bothered. I have a life that I really enjoy, and that takes up enough of my time without reading about how I should be living it differently.

Just, stop. Stop telling me to get married and grow up. Stop telling me to live freely and singly in my early twenties. Just let me live own damn life. I am a grown-ass woman and will make my own decisions.

I always think of the Arrested Development pilot, when Lucille is talking about the protesters: " Everything they do is so flamboyant and dramatic, it makes me want to set myself on fire!"

I always think of the Arrested Development pilot, when Lucille is talking about the protesters: " Everything they do is so flamboyant and dramatic, it makes me want to set myself on fire!"

Let me clarify: they're literally aren't developed enough to make intelligent decisions about sex.

I mean, you can have an interesting mascot without being offensive.

I was going to write a post saying that I agree, but then I thought about it and I think if these tribes no longer existed (Vikings, for example) then it would be one thing.

The Atlanta Braves.

That's because even southerners (of which clan I am a proud member) don't take it seriously as an insult.

And also the romp-filled musical Damn Yankees.

Where I grew up Yankee was basically just another word for "tacky" which is just really another way of saying "Well, you know she invited Sarah's cousin to the bridal shower and not to the wedding and I just can't even believe it, excuse me while I lean back and fan myself frantically and contemplate the rudeness of…

As a life-long southerner who has definitely used Yankee in a perjorative way (usually referring to my grandfather's wife because she's tacky as hell) I always equated it with northerners who call me a redneck.

Let's just let her handle this herself:

yeah, I don't have a ton of retail experience, but if someone is asking to see something just fucking show it to them. You're in a service industry. Serve.

Whatever people want to say about teenagers being teenagers, etc, the fact is that 15-18 year-olds don't have the decision-making ability to be really smart about sex.

I agree. My parents were super realistic about it all (If you're having sex, and I know you might be, please be safe, use condoms, let's get you to the doctor if you want the pill, etc.etc.) but there is NO WAY IN HELL they would have let a significant other sleep over when I was in hight school- for my brother…

I'm only going to take issue with your characterization of CJ on this one (I assume that's who you mean by "the journalist", but she's actually the White House Press Secretary).

On Jimmy Fallon: my cousin was majoring in hospitality and one of her classes ended up staffing some of the suites at the Super Bowl in Tampa a few years ago. She worked the NBC room, and when she was walking down the hall back to the door, Jimmy Fallon was in front of her. He held the door open for her and then,…