I read hibachi as hitachi and went “Ooooh, THAT’S how you flick a vagina!”

and thin, of course.

Yeah, there’s GOT to be some feathered, mulleted naked nightmare called Full Hoes or something. Not taking one for the team, but there’s just got to be.

The other day these two young women in skintight clothes and full makeup were getting tacos in front of us. They assumed I couldn’t speak the language and started saying they would *die* if they looked like me. I felt so bad. Not for myself —my life kicks ass— but for them.

Yeah, I’d be stoked if my psoriasis was just a rash. Actually, I don’t have much of the rash at all, just a bit on my scalp and thigh. I do, however, have the crippling incurable degenerative psoriatic arthritis that gnarls my bones and —unless treated by a horribly caustic and prohibitively expensive drug with a ton…

Because it is sweet, cheap, and fucks you up

My two best friends and I were on a flight on BA from New York to London. Now one of the great things about BA is you get a free cocktail on afternoon and evening transatlantic flights. BFF1 is dressed nicely, orders a gin and tonic and receives one with a smile. I am dressed nicely, order a gin and tonic and receive…

Not Lay’s most successful line of potato chips, but I get your point.

Meh, I’m not going to hate on that too much. It’s okay to prefer one thing over another. Where I get upset is telling me whatever grotesque bro-in-a-bottle monstrosity they’re currently slamming down is BETTER than [insert your nuanced spirit here]. Like what you like, but own your taste level.

Right? Totally sustainable resource.

I live in a tropical country, am extremely fair-skinned and have a pretty serious sun allergy and I’ve never had a problem with putting on the Retin-A at night then, in the morning, using sunscreen. YMMV of course, but it’s always been okay for me.

Fat girl with short hair here. When I was 27 I was engaged to a chef at a three Michelin star restaurant in New York. In preparation to traveling to France to meet his formidable mother I decided to chop off my long, dark Botticelli curls into a suitably chic 1920’s style crop. I brought in a ton of pictures both of…

The aforementioned sunscreen, plus Retin-A at night and some sort of vitamin E-containing moisturizer. I suppose you could do the fussy sleeping in gloves thing if you can stand it (I can’t) but I do have decent luck with my regular sunscreen/Retin-A, plus slathering on some hi-test moisturizer and putting on a pair…

I’d say much lower, but only because it implies only 5-10% lived in Florida already.

Story time: My fella and I have one blanket on the bed he loves but I hate. I don’t like fuzzy fabric and the damn thing has this weird nap that makes me shiver whenever it touches me, which in a perfect world would be never. One night I felt that awful blanket graze my ankle so, being the mature cool-headed adult I…

There is no TNT like crazy bisexual 80’s Warhol cokefiend OG Princess TNT. Now this woman is someone I’d go mattress shopping with.

Well not my own baby.

Not the first King James to be involved in a gunpowder plot.

The only thing that could make this story more British would be for him to have driven into a pond after watching England lose on penalties.

I used to teach a citizenship class and am an ex-pat myself so I might be able to answer. Legally speaking there is a considerable amount of work to be done specifically by the spouse, especially if the immigrant is receiving resident status as a direct result of marriage to a legal resident. That’s just unavoidable.…