Okay. So, I get pit stains and discoloration on colored clothing BUT I make my own deodorant, so I don't know what's causing it!

LaComtesse, you just blew my mind with your sageliness.

"Mouthes" makes me think of a child with a lisp trying to make "mouse" plural by adding an "s."

Me too.

I ended up on the same post and copied that paragraph, emailed it to my friend with the subject line "RAGERAGERAGERAGE." I just... can't understand.

Wow. I'm starting to understand why trolls exist. I want to troll so hard!

I couldn't get past her woeful misinterpretation of Title IX: "So if not enough women sign up for, say, wrestling and ice hockey, well then: no more wrestling and ice hockey."

This thing just told me I'm "easy" after I told it I've slept with 4 dudes. I'm 25. I CALL BULLSHIT.

YOLO means you don't want to go out of this one life in an idiotic way. Wait for the "walk" signal. Do one to two drugs at one time. Use protection when you have (consensual) sex. Wear a helmet.

I just opened this, fullscreen, in a window on my roommate's computer. She'll get back from doing laundry any second.

I am a CU Grad student, and I found the administration's reactions to the "events" the past two years to be far more disruptive than the event itself.

Thank you.

DUDE. My friend did that to me in a bar. "Haaaave you met sassory?" and then she literally hid behind a pillar, looking at me chat with this guy for 15 minutes. It was a nice talk, but it was awkward as hell.

I literally just commented the same thing. Couldn't get past the lede, even though the article sounded interesting!

Copy editing comment (free of charge!): First line, "whose" not "who's." Right now it reads "...guy who is apartment I projectile vomited..." Actually, consider changing it to "There's the guy in whose apartment I projectile vomited...." or "There's the guy whose apartment I projectile vomited guacamole in...." First…

Wth is it with men referring to women as "females"? Females?? Are they not sure of the species and they're just covering all their bases?

Meh. Call me when they start printing it on pint glasses. Draft is where it's at.

I had to demand to be allowed to shave, too! My mother had this weird "rule" that I wouldn't need to shave my armpits until I had dark hair on my legs. It's fun to wave your hairy pits in your mother's face while she's trying to watch TV.

I've been using a jojoba oil-based facial moisturizer at night, with good effects. My face was all angry with me because of the dry, dry weather and my desire to be outside a lot. It feels weird to slather oil on your face, but it smells nice and my skin is the healthiest it's been in about 2 years.