This is why I'm not having babies. Because I would spend nine months Googling all of my weird symptoms and sensations and freaking the fuck out.
This is why I'm not having babies. Because I would spend nine months Googling all of my weird symptoms and sensations and freaking the fuck out.
You're not the only one. I'm in my mid-twenties, and I have a boring stable job and a long-term boyfriend. No major accomplishments or major failures. Not looking to get married or have babies anytime soon. Fairly moderate drinking habits.
As others have pointed out, some people have ugly feet due to reasons besides their choice in shoes. I also have the sad-looking toenails of a former ballet dancer, and a bunion on one foot due to an athletic injury. I hardly ever wear heels these days.
Hah, I know, right? I used to wear their pointe shoes when I was in dance classes—they were the only ones that didn't give me giant blisters. Repetto must know what they're doing. =)
This happens to me. If I like a pair of shoes, I'll get them resoled. It's much cheaper than buying new ones.
For the most part, I haven't found them to require breaking in. All the leather and suede ones I've owned are really soft. The one pair I have in canvas did rub my heels at first and require some wear to break in, but I might have avoided that by going a half size up. Repetto shoes run small, and I've found the sizing…
If you're in the area, their NYC showroom has a sample sale every spring. That's where I get mine.
Repetto ballet flats for life. They're the only cute shoes that don't irritate my bunion.
I wouldn't place too much stock in these conclusions because they're based on self-assessments. We're always being told that confidence is attractive. Might not people rate themselves as more confident than they actually are because they know that confidence is perceived as a positive trait?
The authors did a pretty good job of controlling for confounding variables, I think. They did control for childhood socioeconomic status. @designbot brings up self-esteem, but the study controlled for that, too.
But there are so many types of bitches (see: [andiamnotlying.com] Surely, every woman falls into at least one of these types.
I adore the pretty, skinny ones! But then, I'm not super-attached to American values.
Oh man, puns. My boyfriend always nudges me when he makes a pun to make sure I got it, since I don't laugh as hard as he thinks I should.
I think in some cases, the parents don't want their children to have to lower their standard of living. When I graduated from college a couple of years ago, I got a job in New York making very little money. My dad was frankly uncomfortable with the neighborhood I ended up living in, but it was the best I could afford…
People make fun of me for drinking manly beers, but they don't understand—stout is delicious!
LOL, this is the first thing I thought of, too.
This came out really cute! I used to love to do nail art—maybe I'll try something like this soon. I'm probably too lazy to do such a neat job, though. I would just paint on one color as the base and freehand the second color with a striper brush.
Oh man, yeah. I've cried over that multiple times.
The Age of Innocence. The ending just kills me.
I made the mistake of starting to read Without in the middle of Barnes & Noble. Needless to say, I started crying like a baby and everyone around me thought I was insane.