Then don’t watch the film.

Or do, but prepare to order two bunny suits. I need one, too.

Yeah, it’s unfortunate that the sentiment is widespread. (I wasn’t really criticizing you, so much as passive aggressively echoing the fuckyou statement.)

The phrase YOU FEMINISTS just ... oh the nerves it hops on.

Like children are an expressly feminist issue ...?

You shouldn’t reply to obvious trolls, but I’m starring it because I wanted to say “fuck you” to this particular one, as well.

The Five Year Engagement.

The ‘more flexible’ half of their couple had some strong ties to the Bay Area, as I once did, and spends a year or so floating about in career paralysis ... let’s just say it was too, too real, at a time when reality was real enough.

I have a colleague who’s in the process of having her second, and is up for tenure next year.

It’s very much about the culture of the department, and whether your plans fit (or if they can be modified to fit).

Five. This is year five.

At the end of year five, we’re looking at career changes.

THIS FILM. It came out at a very bad time in my (academic/professional) life and fills me with existential dread every. time. it’s mentioned.

In unrelated news, I recently received a rejection letter from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst, so there’s that.

He was the worst plotwise, but still my favorite to look at.

I checked a selfie that included both my actual face and my Airedale terrier. (Terrier selfies. It’s a thing.)

Apparently she’s a corgi ...?

I thought it when I asked, but yeah, super gross.

I don’t care if they’re dating, but I want to know why there are two women and three juices. WHO NEEDS THAT MUCH JUICE IN SINGLE SERVING CONTAINERS?

I move we stop calling them whore pills and start calling them drunk pills. I need BC so I can have my nightcap, thankyouverymuch.

I am not that woman, but if I got dick picks ... I could be persuaded to try this.

I don’t want tattoos, but if I ever get one, it will be this image.

Sometimes a girl just needs to relax for a while and not have to think about shit. Also, corndogs.

I could have dealt with beard burn, but he licked my face and teeth. On purpose.

My real-life SATC guy was Charlotte’s face-licker.

Back in the 90's when everyone wanted to be “a Carrie” or “a Samantha” or whatever, I would never have considered myself a Charlotte, but there it is. He licked my face.

And then he gave me rugburn on my face with his stubble. I had a beard for several days.

Our race traffic monitors starting singing 80s power ballads to anyone walking past their station. I still get the urge to run faster when I hear Final Countdown.