When I watched the first episode, as soon as McNulty opened his mouth, I was like, “who are you trying to fool with that accent?” (*I* ask people from MD if they’ve watched The Wire just because I lived in southwest Baltimore for ten years, and it’s a handy point of reference.)
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I used to joke that the “SHARE IF YOU HATE CANCER” crap all over social media made no sense, because *everyone* hates cancer, unless you’re Oankali.
I haaaaate built-in bras in camis because the band is never wide enough. I am a perfectly respectable D cup, but my ribcage is a good 41", the standard cami elastic digs a trench under my tits, and plus size camis are designed for HUGE TRACTS OF LAND.
I bought a light sports bra from Old Navy - there’s not much in the way of support (I’m a shallow D cup with super-dense boobs that mostly stay put; all I need is to keep things contained without an underwire), but it isn’t designed by NASA, it just pulls right over my head and back off again.
I watched the ITV documentary, and while it was nothing really new, it’s the only time you’ll ever see the two of them be completely candid about her as their mother and it’s worth it for that.
What’s wrong with shorts with little anchors on them? What if we women would like to objectify the thighs of our male coworkers? Some of us could use some Bob Benson in shorts around the office.
I can’t really tell the difference - it’s what I grew up with, but I didn’t exactly have any other varieties of American Italian for comparison. It’s probably a lot more obvious if you are or have Italian-speaking family (as opposed to learning it in school). Bastardized Italian like fungu/va fungu, gabbagool, etc is…
Fungu is a bastardized form of “vaffanculo” (which is the same joke the OP is making with “afangulo”). I was wandering around Little Italy in Baltimore one afternoon, never having been there before, and stopped in a small deli, where the owner was having a loud conversation with her husband on the phone. She took the…
Or as we say it in bastardized western NY Italian: FUNGU!
Regular, diet, or zero - it’s all gonna rot your teeth.
There’s only so far it can go. My cervix is not a trampoline!
When did that start? I flew in/out of Frankfurt in 2014 and they didn’t make me remove my 7" tablet for a separate bin. I can’t think of any international airport that’s required it of me lately (although I was prepared to leave it home if the rule passed requiring it to be in my checked luggage when flying back to…
Flying generally does not bother me at all *unless* I am already riding the anxiety train -it’s not the flying, it’s my brain actively looking for a reason to flip out. That, fortunately, almost never happens anymore.
I’ll get 96% from where I am now, which will be fine if things go cattywompus that day, but I’m planning to head into Bumfuck, South Carolina a few hours south to see the whole thing, since it’s so close.
Masses of people moved into Virginia Beach, home to one of the largest Navy bases in the world and then complained about the jet noise.
There was a day when, in my apartment built in the 1960s with a gas stove that didn’t have child-safety dials, a certain fat cat of mine jumped up onto said stove to get into the window, and her foot hit the dial on the way up. There was a cover above the burner, so the flame was extinguished, but not the gas, and I…
I have an immediate relative who survived breast cancer, and I have incredibly dense and fibrous breasts full of cysts. I had one doctor insist that I come back every six months (and I was only there to ask about aspirating a cyst, not a biopsy), but I refused. They were treating me like I was guaranteed to develop…
I think only a certain percentage of bigots would change their minds as a result of traveling; the rest of them are just gonna bitch that nothing is like it is/as good as it is Back Home In America. Maybe do it when they’re still in secondary school - mandatory foreign field trip as a requirement to graduate (yeah,…
I just got back from a trip overseas. I stayed in a hostel in Belgium, which featured a unisex bathroom - quite common in Europe. Urinal on one side, stall with a door on the other. On more than one occasion I was in the stall peeing while a guy was at the urinal peeing. Did anybody care? Nope. Just flush and wash…