I can manage small amounts of cooked/processed tomatoes. I will get hives but it’s usually not much more. I carry benadryl with me for these times. Raw tomatoes = Crumpett gets to have her benadryl intravenously. :-/

So am I, but potatoes are okay for me generally. Tomatoes —especially raw ones — are the bane of my dining life. EVERYTHING has tomatoes in some form or another, it seems. I hate being that asshole who sends plates back when there’s a tomato in the dish after I requested no tomato, or confirmed that the dish had none.…

At my high school, dress code was FAR more restrictive for boys — shirts must be collared unless “dressy”; no shorts for anyone but micro-minis were fine (I should know — I wore 14” wide bandages for skirts); boys had to wear jacket and tie on Monday nights at dinner and for special events, but us laydeez could wear…

So basically it’s your 1930’s tool to attempt the anti-Kylie Jenner Challenge.

I want to be Charo when I grow up. I mean, I also want to be Kim Deal, but I definitely have to at least look like Charo.

I wrote a couple of years ago here about my tussle with a fatberg in an 18th century London flat. You do not fuck with the fatberg.

I'd still schtup him.

Another lover of the bumble+bumble invisible oil. Transformational for ladies with thick, coarse hair like mine — all soft and luscious gorgeousness now. As is yours, lady.

But... But... What if your mister bought you some fanceh sweatpants? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, EVA? Is he trying to get rid of me?

I use black cotton scrunchies and give zero fuxxxxx.

Noted, and will purchase. Sounds like it pays for itself, at least in lattes.

I did this too, fresh off of 15 consecutive years being married. I basically went from my parents' house to setting up home with my husband, then when my marriage broke down I started dating another guy 6 weeks after the separation. I eventually married this second guy and had our fledgling marriage go up in a…

It really can! I'm sure you understand all too well how some doctors refuse to believe their patients in this regard. I tried the mini-pill and micro-pill at the insistence of doctors who just couldn't believe that a healthy (and at that time, very slim) young woman 1) could have had lifelong hypertension triggered by…

Because they could only get into a Tier Three law school? :'(

Ohhhh, that is so good to know and congrats on getting your skin under control! The derms (until my new one, the heavenly sainted Dr Yashar) never know what to do with me. I can't take any tetracyclines (Minocin nearly killed me when I was 17) and I have a number of factors that make Roaccutane a nope (cannot take any…

I have super-sensitive skin, so any fucking with the formula results in Disastro-crumpett. I hate it! I have heard so many great things about Cerave and Effeclar, but any change from routine results in two months of skin-purging. (I am currently coming off the last "Ohhhh, that looks cool!" fuck up around Christmas.)…

I would also like to see this. I am fast approaching middle age (some youngs would say I'm already there) and I have the complexion of a 15-year-old boy. My dermo has started me on Aldactone, which helps to reduce the oil somewhat (it's all relative), but I still need to work with the greasiness.

Yusssss. I sometimes do what you do, but it can take forever to dry unless I blast the whole thing with a hairdryer. Mostly I dry my poofy, wavy hair straight, but for day two, the night before I spray the roots with dry shampoo (I prefer Batiste, cherry scent) and work it in, then twirl the whole long mess of it into…

Is this a kaftan? I hope it is, and not some shitty shawl, because it is so Phyllis Diller ca. 1971 I could die.

Oh, I completely agree! I had a BA in 19th century English literature, and two postgraduate qualifications that had zip to do with finance. If you went to a good school and impress someone with your smarts/chutzpah/whatever, it's frightening how you can bounce your way up. I just happened to be in the right place at…