hernamewasmcgill
HernamewasMcGill
hernamewasmcgill

Maybe because they were tapes. How has a tape deck anymore?

hmm, as a lesbian i feel obligated to read this. the story sounds interesting enough but the writing style seems...eh...

I witnessed this exchange at a restaurant:

I DONT SPEAK FRENCH and walking away is just how i am going to end all conversations that aren't going my way from now on.

Many years ago, my family went to a restaurant for breakfast and the server asked my little brother (he was probably 8 or 9 at the time) how he wanted his eggs done. After some pondering, he replied "deviled". I'm still laughing about that all these years later. Especially cause he truly was a little devil child.

I had sex with a libertarian who liked Ayn Rand, made a point of not watching TV or keeping up with current pop culture, and thought video games were for children.

Well lemme see! In 2005, I flew from London to rural Indiana to meet a guy who I'd been talking to on the internet... The first two weeks of the three were cool, but in week three, his Mom "returned from her holiday" and as it turned out, lived with his fully grown adult self... Oh, and she'd been away on a retreat

It took me a little while to loose my virginity. I would make out with dudes at parties, but it never really got past 1st/2nd base, on account of my never being into it enough to keep pressing the matter. I'm one of those people who can go from zero to orgasm in 100 words of good erotica, but real-life hoomans

I assured someone that there was no way anyone would catch us on the pool table upstairs while the band was playing downstairs. Have you ever been doing it on a pool table and had a guy put quarters down on the rail and say "Next, now hurry the fuck up and don't leave a mess, people want to shoot pool here."? Because

I once played rugby with giant men to impress a guy in college who said he thought it was hot when girls were "tiny but tough." Promptly dislocated my right shoulder and broke my left collarbone, and a rib. Insisted I was fine, even though I couldn't move. Drank a lot, so I could claim the passing out was from the

Complimented one of the brides on her hat, who responded, dripping in sarcasm, that it was so nice that *most of her friends* had made a contribution to the ceremony. Bear in mind we gave cash money as a gift.

Here's a shot of what I see when I search my "personal" email for "Dodai@jezebel.com."

Amal's wedding dress by Oscar de la Renta is much more lovely than my wedding dress by J. C. de la Penney.

So I've been reading this particular column of stories for awhile, and I have to ask... if you are a polite customer, but part of a visible minority (I'm very visibly transgender, which upsets many a bigot), do you also risk stuff like this? Or spit in your food / other tinkering with your food? I'd be lying if I

Holy shit that is awful. I think you win. I am so glad you guys finally got to be together, too. Have you thought of maybe having a vow renewal? Kind of a re-do? I normally think those things are really self indulgent but you totally deserve it!

Don't you just put it in a paper bag on the counter?

Runaway Maid Of Honor

My stepsister got married last year when she was 18 and the groom was 21.

Okay, so, I read Jezebel every damn day and have never commented. But I can resist no longer:

Birth trauma is very real, and horribly under addressed in the status quo. I hope the winner looks into doing some work on hers. The experience giving birth was so traumatic for me I have not eve been able to deal with it in therapy, and the 29th will mark my daughter's fourth birthday. I have no plans to have another