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He really is.

"So man that really sucks for you bro"

My dad is way better at handling illnesses than my mother. Bless my mother, but she gets really frustrated really easily. I think she feels that if you have been sick/recovering from surgery for like two days with her - you should be better. She is magic and if you're not better it's completely your fault and you

kinda the opposite, but when my dad had a stroke, my mom was SO PISSED that everyone on my dad's side of the family was like 'oh, it's so great that you didn't leave him, thank you so much' etc etc.

When I was suddenly given a cancer diagnosis, we were stunned. But, I later found out from my mother that he called and told her that she didn't need to worry. He was not ever leaving me and that he would take care of her only child no matter what.

Man, my fiance is already such a baby whiner about every little cold or papercut (I'm not exaggerating, every cold is "the flu") that I don't even want to think about how awful an actual illness will be. Dear Lord, please take me first.

Me too! I'm so much more relaxed at this job now that I don't get involved in people's lives since people don't talk here! All the young gossipy people at my current job sit upstairs and I barely see them. It's wonderful! I went to lunch with them once and they were all talking about their sex lives and I'm like

OK, I know everyone shits on lululemon around here, but after have a premature mid life crisis a few years ago, quitting medicine and thinking I would devote my life to yoga (yes that happened) I went to work for lululemon. They had a policy there of no gossiping. At all. This was a workplace that was 80% women and

She's a beautiful child and yeah, she's wacky. But I think she's gonna grow up to be some sort of Björk/Tilda Swinton creative weirdo. Her brother, not so much. She just has a something. Maybe I'm wrong but shit, we make way stupider and less interesting people famous all the fucking time so why not?

My mom ordered napkins with our names and our wedding date embossed in gold on them. Very elegant and fancy. She ordered. So. Many. The wedding was in 2006 and I still have them (I mostly use paper towels for every day eating because I'M FANCY LIKE THAT, and save napkins for company). But now I'm divorced and

It's SUPER hard to find good exfoliants that DON'T have microbeads! As someone who needs to scrub my face off on the regular, I appreciate a good grit. So far the only product I've found that meets this criteria, and is, you know, cheap, is St. Ives green tea scrub. It's got a perfect texture, and no freaking beads!

Really, I don't blame her for being cautious. Government email servers are probably the last place I'd trust to secure sensitive information. The furor and outrage the media is displaying at not having access to all of Hilary's work emails is pretty telling.

As an alum of another southern women's college this greatly saddens me. Women's colleges are going co-ed left and right and to see that Sweet Briar is shutting down sucks. I am proud of the fact that the Salem College President sent out an email to alums and board members last night saying that Salem is going to work

Class of 2009 here. We are doing our utmost to make this headline untrue. The alumnae aren't giving up without a fight.

When people meet my best friend and me, they think she's a bitch (because she's somewhat reserved) and that I'm really nice. When the truth is, I'm really friendly, but only medium nice (I can be a bitch when prompted). Whereas my friend, though quiet, is super nice, just not that friendly.

Yayyyy! You missed an important part of the story, though—Liletta's manufacturers have committed to supplying Liletta to family planning clinics at below-market costs to help low-income/uninsured women get highly effective BC.

OMG the monogrammed napkins. I found a box of monogrammed cocktail napkins in the back of the linen closet in my condo when I moved in. Apparently the previous owners of my condo had a purple-and-silver wedding.

I'm still finding decks of playing cards with our wedding date on them. We had a Vegas wedding so we casino-themed the reception. Our guests ended up using the cards to play poker for the chocolates on the table. Two moves later I'm still finding cards. Not chocolates, though.

My fantastic friends helped me make approximately 80 burlap-wrapped invitations. They all came out wonderful and no one fought.

This, I think, is key.