My dad used to joke when I had braces that all I needed in addition to those railroad tracks were glasses and then I would never find a husband.

“If you’d just BRUSH your hair more often it would look good!”

Dad when I was 15: “You could stand to lose a few...” I was around 135 then...and I’m 5’7”.

Ugh. I think I’m out on this one. It makes me sad to read these.

Oh goodness. You’re describing me two years ago. In addition to my very critical family, I had a “best friend” who enjoyed using me as her whipping boy (girl). It reached a breaking point, we got into a fight, I said goodbye. It was so hard to let go because I had been trained by my family to think that being in bad…

Give yourself permission to cry, or be angry, or just shut down for a minute. Breakups are hard and you deserve to feel what you feel. Not wallowing, precisely, but not trying to bury it and walk away immediately. I’m personally of the opinion that sometimes self-care is letting yourself feel so that you can move past…

Choosing my voluntary social engagements to be with supportive, compassionate people whom I have genuine affection and fondness for. That also means refusing to engage with people who will make me feel like shit, which unfortunately for them, means skipping the weekend phone call with my parents.

I’ve found I have to pay attention to my introvert nature and make sure I’m getting enough alone time. Since I’ve learned that about myself, I find I have lot more fun going out!!

A few years ago, I was having a massive craving for Indian food, so my husband picked some up from our favorite Indian restaurant by our old house (about 20 min from our new place). I got home from work and was very much looking forward to stuffing my face with the best Chicken Tikka Masala ever (mild for me because I…

It’s all right to be Christian, but cut it out with that actual Christ-Like behavior, you hear?

I assume she thought a root beer float was something other than just root beer and ice cream. Or she wanted it served in a monogrammed thermos.

Before reading BCO, I had no idea how tips worked in America. So yeah, I would be a Euro idiot had I been to America. But if you're aware and still give a miserable tip, that's inexcusable.

I like this "whatever, I do what I want" Obama. He so clearly doesn't give a shit anymore, in the best of ways.

"Sex is an icky, nasty thing that should only happen between an married man and a married woman"

Or as pre-fanfiction to put ourselves into our favourite story/ movie.

The shop owner should send a bill for the decontamination efforts.

Dear? How about you fuck right off.

Eh, I wouldn't rush for the #notallPEteachers, because honestly, almost every PE teacher I have ever met in my life was a fucking dick. I had ONE incredible one that I adored, even though I hated PE, and all the other ones were either disgusting, giving molester vibes or were physically abuse. I don't know what it is…

You are on the right track. I caution you—do NOT raise the bar on your kids' party expectations. It's a one-way ratchet. There's no lowering the expectations once they've been raised.

I haven't had a wax in ages (due to laziness) so I've got quite the epic bush happening down there. Every time I take a step it's like STABBY STABBY PINCH YANK STUCK IN UNDERPANTS.