At 41, I'm kinda crossing my fingers that I will never fall in love with a man again.

Having never had the kind of power straight white men have, I can only imagine it must be like being addicted to the worst drug in the world. It ruins your health, tortures you mentally, causes you to spread terrible ideas to your kids, denies you multiple sources of joy or comfort, demands you treat all sexual desire…

LOL to all of this but ESPECIALLY the “Guess who’s doing Slimfast keto” in the corner of every magazine, haaaahahaha

Thanks for this insight. I’m 38, and the only one of my friends single, never married, and childless. I have always wanted those things, but I also never met anyone worth the compromise and I’m not well off enough to have a child by myself. I know my best friends pity me even if they aren’t happy in their own…

Amen.

This attitude continues to confuse me. In my very humble opinion, I only got more attractive as I got older. Thanks to no longer living like a poor college student, I could afford medication for my horrible acne, a wardrobe I could update with better clothes, better haircuts and product, make-up, and a gym membership.…

Nearing 50 and I wouldn’t be interested him anyway. In fact, after 18 years of marriage, if I were to divorce and be single again I wouldn’t be interested in ANY man. I would be far more interested in doing whatever the hell I wanted to do, answering to no one, and most importantly, only taking care of myself. If I…

Dirty old asshole is confirmed to be an asshole. He can sleep soundly knowing his old balls would be dumped in a microsecond for some hot hardbody fling or better yet, described to his young lovers friends as ‘the elderly idiot who buys me things for a touch’...

(Figuratively) fuck this guy. Oh and by the way, NICE RUG.

Haunted lighthouse yes, living people no thank you.

Ah, yes...who wouldn’t want to work in the Bay Area for $65,000 per year as what amounts to essentially being a servant for a bunch of (probably) rich (probably) assholes from 6 a.m. - 10 p.m with a bunch of tankers going by all day. This lighthouse isn’t even on the coast, it’s in the bay right between the Richmond…

For many years, I had a personal Super Bowl tradition. I’d drive over to a Hancock Park where there are two of the longest stretches of major road in the entire city of LA without stoplights; I would speed down Beverly Blvd at about 80mph then speed back up 3rd St. just even faster. Then I’d resume safe driving and go…

Just so long as it isn’t horrible farts or body odor, I’m fine with it.

My quick remark is getting more likes than some of my more well thought out responses!

A lot of people need to realize that a lot of things stress out a lot of other people and nearly everybody deals with that without adult binkys.

They always want to talk about triggers from innocuous things like the whine of an…

Smocking flare guns.

But the shredded newspaper adds much needed roughage and essential inks.

She’s said she lives in Missoula. There’s only like, what, eight people out there? Maybe ten at the most. I’m sure if you just mailed booze to the postmaster c/o Kate Bernot it’d end up in her hands.

There’s very little meat in the gym mats Subway sells.

I thought it was their creepy-as-fuck commercials?