Unfortunately, no. I meant preschool. It turns out my body is crazy, and the hormones in cow milk were enough to make me begin developing breasts. My pediatricians and parents took this very very seriously and I was cut off from drinking any milk at all until going to middle school. It was an awkward adolescence.…

I STARTED DEVELOPING BREASTS IN PRESCHOOL. So the puberty = good to go angle carries no fucking weight with me. What hormones we feed children have no fucking bearing on whether they’re mentally or intellectually developed. I truly wish no happiness for as long as those sick fuckers keep breathing our air.

Ahahahahahahasobbbbb.

...because comment boards are for commenting, and you seemed confused? Good luck with yourself.

N’ah, you’re mistaken.

Maybe we aren’t mad at everything, maybe you just don’t get it so it all seems indistinguishable to you?

No, that’s still a false equivalency even if you insist otherwise.

I found myself distracted a bit by her pretty eyes but apart from them it was uncanny.

My soundtrack for it would be a funeral dirge because this terrible look needs to fucking die.

God, that creature is tedious.

A quick shower usually resolves that situation.

Almost the same thing happened to me entirely, except I was the waitress and she was blonde. Lady! You are the only blonde here!

But why do they think not only that we care if they find us attractive, but that by finding us attractive they’ve somehow earned our attentions? Either way, I like to channel my inner B in apartment 23 and just respond with “okay!”

It never ceases to amaze me that they think we really care. like, perfect strangers even. I wonder what color the sky is in their world.

I spend all day now calling out anybody who acts at all Trumpy.

I make so many people uncomfortable by referring to my abortions in casual conversation but fuck it, that’s the only way it will ever seem normal.

Yes, this. Good god. Apparently, to be very rich, you need to be the absolute richest. I know that this is going to skew towards the wealthier end of the spectrum, but consider how they rank against the average American!

Hey! I remember your name. You’ve talked about this before, which I really appreciate.

Yes. That piece was so, so good.

I have waitressed and then bartended for years and there is no way in hell I’d be willing to work with my hair down. It would get in everything. Even braided, it tends to dangle. I almost wonder if the hair-down thing would be a worse dealbreaker than the cleavage shirts, although I am really enjoying the new place…