I know, right? I take myself to lunch sometimes (it's mommy time, I love to sit and read a book) and I'm not tipping less than $5. Mostly because I feel like I'm paying rent for a space (I might take longer than other tables, mommy time is precious), but also because it makes me happy that I am able to do this nice…

How many times can it be said that if you can afford to eat out, you can fucking afford to tip? Not enough times, apparently. Jeebus. I love to tip. I loooooove it. I feel frickin' righteous about it. Sometimes, I tip my barista FIFTY percent, btw, even though she or he has spent a mere 60 seconds on my dirty chai tea…

Have you not worked in a restaurant? I mean, truthfully, I've only worked in restaurants in the Southwest (which has a large Latino population), but that's just what happens in the kitchen and dishwashing station. Spanish and Spanglish cursing, usually at customers, but also at FOH employees and most often towards one…

No retail on the kitchenette blog! Which is a shame, since I work in the big orange hardware store, and the tales I could tell you about sex trophies (tm someone upthread whose name I forgot already, yay wine! Sorry...) on lumber carts would curl your hair tighter than a home perm. Not to mention the Lowe's branded…

Pizza wouldn't take hours to make. One hour, really. DO IT! Take pictures!

I work in a retail box that ends with the name "Depot". There is more than one "-Depot" named store, and the one that I do NOT work at sells dramatically different things. I cannot tell you how many customers have called my place of work looking for printer toner or help with their shitty computer.

Oh, oh no. Oh dear. I snorted laughing and I can't keep looking because I have to make dinner. Yes, that is my conundrum, now, do I make something delightfully hideous to share with Kinja ninjas, or do I make something I will feel good about feeding my family?

I am like that, too. Legit allergic to weed. I can drink whisky like water, but any weed consumption has me barfing out last week's bagel. (Confession: I had more than one bagel last week. There will be a lot of vomit.)
Kind of a shame, since I live in weed-friendly WA.

I am not black, but I have black friends (yeah, I just said that). Getting your hair done, particularly if it involves relaxers, is a time-consuming and chemically precarious process. Mixing relaxers and pool chlorine is bad for your hair. Washing your hair is not the same as swimming in chlorine-laced water.

YES! Oh, man, I've been waiting for someone to make this comparison, and I didn't even know it. Sriracha is okay to add a little heat to ketchup, but it's in everything now (Jack-in-the-Box has a Sriracha hamburger with jalapenos on it, I mean, do you even FOOD, J-i-t-B???). So irritating. Also on board with hating…

*whispers* I like my Vegetti that makes zucchini noodles. They are crunchy! */whispers*

In all seriousness, fuck those people.

I miss Totally Biased so much. *sniffle* Thank you for sharing that clip. And yes, Big Freedia brings it. Every. Damned. Time.

Kotex thin ultra-long girl, here! *raises hand* On the first two days, I have to wear overnights during the day, though, because of (obv. TMI) heavy flow. Before I had The Kid, fairly light flow; after childbirth, Red Sea-level apocalypse (and was not warned this might happen, so freaked out a little) every month. I…

I have friends with PCOS and endometriosis and they report similar experiences. :/ Glad you found your strategies for happy sex and less pain!

Preach!

I *flove* sockdreams. I, too, have powerful legs (the calves of a Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtle, plus substantial thighs) and I have a pair of thigh-high socks (striped!) that actually frickin' fit me. I seriously teared up a little the first time I put them on.

I work in a retail chain, and my co-workers are constantly ordering JJs for their lunch. I didn't know what was up with that (I bring lunch from home because I'm not going to waste my 30 minutes of freedom chomping through something I may or may not like), so I took The Kid there after a school function. He loves a…

Agreed. My mom (b. 1948 d. NEVER BECAUSE THAT WOULD KILL ME) had the requisite "A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle" t-shirt as well as many "women's libber" fridge magnets. She and my father both voted for the ERA. #NotAllOlds indeed.