Uhm, 15 + 6 = white and gold. Y'all are all fucked up.

My birthday is a few days before Christmas, and Barbie came out the year I was four. My father was sick that year and in and out of the hospital, and my mom was working nights in a restaurant to support us.

I saw the beginning of that and thought, hoo boy, yowza. As a jez commenter, I am always trying to look cool by using the latest slangs.

I'm 23, but I know I'm an adult because in my wardrobe I have a plastic bag with a load of plastic bags crunched up within. I will need all of them one day. Nobody can take them away from me.

I'm recently divorced and living alone for the first time ever. It's AMAZING. My ex husband was super critical and I am experiencing freedom like I've never known.

I see a lot of people here defending the corset and her diet for a number of reasons (historical accuracy, costuming, she's naturally thin, etc) and I have seen people saying pretty much what I feel about this scenario, but let's spin it a different way.

I am a little, shriveled penis when it comes to pain

Who screwed up my wedding? Writer/Director David Mamet (young folks may know him as Zosia Mamet's father). He was filming a movie in my hometown the day of our wedding.

*sips skinny whole-milk nonalcoholic Irish macchiato* from their monogrammed thermos

Nothing worse than linguinies that are picked too soon. Grilling them more won't even make them tender.

Ugh, some of these employees have so much attitude. If you're unwilling to do things just because they're logically impossible, maybe customer service isn't for you.

I can't imagine my deep, maybe slightly pathetic, love for Clint/Coulson fic translating into me asking the gay men I know in real life about their sex life. But I also wouldn't really ask anyone but my very closest friends about their sex lives, and only if it was relevant to the conversation, so my boundaries on…

Why is spring?

So... this is like telling someone who's depressed 'cheer up'?

Might wanna channel all that blissful orgasmic energy into working on those empathy skills then.

I spent most of the appointment asking if I needed his permission to do things. "Put this gown on," was followed by, "Should I call my husband first?"

"Give me your arm so I can draw blood/take your blood pressure." Did I need to call him first?

"Put your feet in the stirrups." Did I need to call my husband?

The point…

Now now, we all know women can't legally sign contracts.

Did the woman provide written consent for the man to ejaculate in the first place?

I did couple-dieting. We ate most of our meals together. He was allotted way more calories per day due to body type and other factors. I wanted to murder him when I had to order the skinny turkey sub and he got to eat the roast beef with mayo.