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My favorite poem of all time. +10 internets for that reference.

Wait, what's the "good reason"?

AHHHHHHHHH OH GOD. Oh wow, that is basically my nightmare. I am so sorry that happened to you. Please don't ever describe it again. Ahhhhh *shudder*.

So interesting. What about your asscrack? Does that hurt a lot?

Pro tip: When you are paying someone to groom your body, generally you can ALWAYS "get this done." Don't wish you can get what you want, ask for it! If you want your bush in a little heart shape with everything else gone except for your ass, you can have that. Always remember that when you're working with the chef,

If you've got the light skin/dark hair combo, it can be worth it. It hurts, but so does waxing.

Really? Those are by far the least painful parts to me. They feel like an unpleasant tug/rip, but the hair on the mons feels like they're ripping off my actual skin, and it bleeds.

Are those really the worst for you? I didn't know this was a thing that varied between people.

Not even the slightest chance. I know her, and she's 110% solid.

I mocked Cafe Gratitude for a year before I actually went and ate there, and let me tell you what, that is some friggen delicious amazing transcendent raw vegan bullshit up in there. And I am neither vegan nor a big fan of raw. It was incredibly well done.

One of the things I love about living right on the boardwalk is

1) Your two conceivable options (a. she doesn't know everyone isn't wealthy, or b. she's lording it over us) are kind of short sighted and miss the obvious third option: She is writing for an audience, and that audience isn't you. There are lots of affluent people, and those people love "curated recommendations." Goop

Well-put, the fact that you do not take orders while stripping is no doubt at the core of feeling empowered. As long as you're going to be dehumanized by your clients, at least reap some admiration and have some control over the parameters.

Yeah, pro-lifers call you a mom as soon as you're pregnant. I think that's the "some" who "refer to them as mothers" he was talking about... So I don't think it was as "sneering, nasty" as the author here does, more a nod to his base. I think the "host" part was more nasty, because I imagine that's how he thinks

1) I think the "some call them mothers" thing was a dig at pro-choice insistence that being pregnant doesn't make you a mother because it's not "a child."

2) Is this not the MOST METAL way to refer to pregnancy, ever? Seriously, THE HOST. "I'm vomiting this morning because my host body is rejecting the DNA of the

YIKES. You are an incredibly aggressive internet denizen.

There are idiots in this world. There are vapid, self-aggrandizing people. There are juvenile people. There are social scenes that are pathetic. There are many shit excuses for identity.

Oh wow, taking it personally much?

No, I actually have great fashion sense, choose my trends carefully, and am regularly complimented on what I put together by people I don't even know.

But "fashionista" is a ridiculous, juvenile term used by teenagers and marketing idiots. It's a term of identity, and "being able to

came and went pretty quickly ...because it's just so unflattering on most people

Well not entirely, I think "fashionista" is a term that anyone vapid enough and concerned enough with their appearance will try to ascribe to themselves... and so it's a much broader group than the "I can make high-waisted work" crew.

That and I feel like most of the people I see in high-waisted shorts are 15 year old

It's around, but it's a more niche look. Pretty much everyone has low-rise jeans of some kind, but high-rise is more of a "statement" — the same way a pin-up throwback liquid liner cat's eye is cool but only some women try to pull it off. There's a lot of overlap, in fact, between the cat's eye crowd and the

I think this has to do with the shenanigans common at the warehouse sales. You see 45 year-old men coming out with three garbage bags full of clothes, usually all the popular colors and sizes he could find (read: every black pair of pants on the rack) which all ends up on eBay for full price.

It kills the sales for

No, it means we go to warehouse sales, and the only yoga pants left are in white or glowing orange because some jerk bought three garbage bags full of all the black ones so he could sell them at full price on eBay.

This happens all the time, and I love that they're trying to stop it.