Seconded. I am not particularly “fat”, maybe not fit, but thin-ish, and the neck lines! Gah! I am thinking it is a loss of skin-tension thing. If I had scads of disposable cash I would talk to a cosmetic doc and ask about it. But I don’t, so I live with it, and try to moisturize the shit out of them.

My child stole my belly button. The (not so) little asshole stretched my stomach beyond recognition and the belly button kind of vanished into a flat-stretched-out-not-at-all-belly-button-looking expanse of skin. fo realz. )Also, maybe when (if?) she got a tummy tuck the surgeon didn’t do a good job of making her a…

My grandpa faceplanted due to a medical condition, was unable to put his arms out to stop the fall and his face was smashed fairly similarly to what is described of this victim. I am not saying what the cop did is okay, or justified, just answering the question. No way to stop your fall equals big terrible injuries to…

You def need to get yourself to a nude event. The silliness never stops. In my experience though, having never been to a strictly naturalist/nudist event, alcohol is a major factor.

I went to a Canadian University, where frats just weren’t a huge thing (you were almost completely ostracized if you belonged to one) and the dorm life was the party thing there too.

For sure, keep it outside. If I’m working a minimum wage job making coffee or whatever and can’t hide in the back because peen offends me, then yeah, it’s going to piss me off. That said, (in response to the managers comments) my gramma would be laughing and clapping and cheering that shit on too. She’s seen enough…

To preface, I, as many women, have been sexually assaulted in the past. It was traumatic, horrific and shaped my life in a way I would rather not have had happen.*

I fucking LOVE jellyfish. Now I want the dress.

I thought of it as a thank you to all the work my wedding party put into helping me prepare the giant ass wedding. They helped decorate, and planned parties for me (that I didn’t even request) and clean up, and haul booze and a million other things. It wasn’t like a kids’ loot bag, that’s the “favours” at every…

Totally worse. In the US hospitals are sort of for-profit private entities, aren’t they? That’s probably why. We socialists to the north wouldn’t stand for that kind of crazy.

I graduated in ‘95, and rebellious little me took OFF my dress backstage and walked the stage in the black gown, with thigh highs, bra and underwear. I guess I’m “lucky” we didn’t have anyone checking us!

I am sorry you felt the need to “explain” away their behaviour. That is terrible (on their part) and a sad commentary of how our society treats women and girls, how it pervades our brains daily.

Oh believe me. I tell my fiesty little muffin that if anyone makes her feel uncomfortable to tell them to fuck right off and tell a grownup she trusts. I am lucky, so far (she is 7) she is a confident and assertive young lady (and has a fabulously smart brain to boot!) and touch wood we haven’t had any problems. I…

As a former Flight Attendant, I can attest that ginger ale is the single most popular drink on an airplane. Second is tomato juice (or clamato). I had never drank tomato juice before becoming a flight attendant and I haven’t had it since.

I am not allowed to speak German in front of my daughter. Spanish or French is okay, but she gets right pissed off if I try German. (She is fluent in German)

How is this even possible? Do the hospitals “vet” these weirdos? In my city in Canada you can’t even get onto the Maternity ward without a special bracelet that has a chip in it. And each family can only have 2 visitors at at time. (at least that was the way it was with my last baby, 5 years ago). I couldn’t imagine a…

I bought that too - and somehow managed to fuck it up. I really can’t do nails.

My husband is still “faithful” in the church. He doesn’t think it’s a bad thing. In general, I don’t think learning about world religion is a bad thing either, I just don’t believe it is a fact. I tend to go along with his wishes, since it is important to him.

The worst table I had was the wife of an NHL hockey player, came in with her 2 terror kids and a friend. The kids proceeded to wreak havoc in my section, act like little hellions and she didn’t bat an eye. This was early on in my serving “career” so I didn’t have the experience/balls to ask the woman to take control…

The restaurant chains I had the dubious pleasure of working for made each server contribute $2 at the end of each shift into the Dine and Dash fund, so that when it happened, the server it happened to wasn’t out of pocket for the bill, but the restaurant didn’t have to eat the cost either.