Ditto this. The kid never had a chance to be remotely normal, or as normal as a famous kiddo can be, at least.

I’m seven years older than her, and in most photos I’ve seen recently, she looks seven years older than me. Girl hasn’t even given her body time to finish growing before 100% changing it. Lord.

Strongly agreed. I actively seek out his column. After the last two of these, I’m happy to skip them from now on.

Can I hire you to yell this in the face of every shitty customer I have? Not Apple, but I manage a specialized retail store, and the number of times people have been AWFUL to me or my staff has pretty much destroyed all my faith in humanity as a whole.

I hate that damn account so much for this.

I never really got the attraction to Channing Tatum (eh, just not my type) until some friends dragged me to see the original at the $2 theater. Holy mother of GOD, his HIPS, save me Jesus.

Thoroughly agreed. The response to the first letter seemed especially harsh. “You’re just a drama queen, let’s completely brush over the fact that you were abused and are watching the same abuse play out in front of you now, quit delighting in schadenfreude.” What the fuck?

Fuck every one of the Duggars and their gross cult. Jazz Jennings has more intelligence, class, and grace in her pinkie toe than that entire family combined.

“It makes me look so bad and I have only been here a week.”

THIS. This child didn’t become a rapist out of nowhere. Somewhere he was taught that he has a right to do whatever he wants to others, regardless of morality or consent.

One of my cousins has had a warrant out for his arrest due to writing fraudulent checks, has clearly involved with some kind of illegal drugs, and once swiped his mom’s debit card and basically cleaned out her accounts. She still lets him live with her.

Legitimately shocked this didn’t happen in the States.

YUP. Non-venomous ones, or venomous ones a fair distance from my front door? That’s fine and dandy. But a nest of some of the most poisonous reptiles under my porch? Hell naw.

Yes yes yes. As a queer woman who’s struggled with depression most of her life, I’ve never related more to any character than I do to Mae. All the characters are so well-developed and all of their various issues aren’t handled with kid gloves, but are still treated honestly and respectfully.

So agreed. I previously worked as one of several floor/office managers for a stock firm in NYC and my boss was a goddamn nightmare of those last two points in the article. If you messed anything up, no matter how small, it was the end of the world and you could expect to be literally, actually yelled at. Did anything…

While working as a barista, I once had a customer ask to have yellow mustard added to his coffee. I was just like “weird, but whatever”, but my manager was absolutely flabbergasted and checked with the customer three more times to make sure that’s actually what he meant.

This former non-Starbucks barista agrees so hard. I knew our POS system inside and out, and if anyone was a dick about having some fancy-ass ridiculous off-menu item, you can bet your ass they got charged more. Our staff referred to it as an Asshole Tax.

This reminds me of a brother and sister I went to daycare with. They were named Stone and Autumn. Their parents were named Summer and Boulder.

Because my body doesn’t let me get anywhere near orgasm in that amount of time, if at all. And why wouldn’t I want to have more than ten minutes of excellent fun with a partner, at least sometimes?

Exactly. My body doesn’t get anywhere even close to orgasm with a partner in that amount of time, if at all. Also, why wouldn’t I want to have more than ten minutes of excellent fun with my partner, at least sometimes?