ha, I have some friends like that, and they pretty much do the same thing. Non-white strangers usually guess they’re whatever ethnicity they are, and be excited and friendly. Funny enough, when they do correct them and say, ‘actually, I’m _____,’ people will often*argue* with them! ‘No, you look too ___ not to be.’…

Apparently, no one knows that - and you just outed yourself as a mega-old.
Me, I’m young and vital and have no idea what you’re talking about. Who’s Bruce Willis?

omg, this comment made me feel all kinds of sads: R.I.P Guru, ‘Let’s Go Crazy’ is apparently an obscure oldies hit now, and I am not remotely joking about the fact that if I had not read about people trying to tease out the Blake Lively comment’s meaning *in real time,* I would never have believed that was actually a…

Omg, you were fat-shamed so hard - and in *public.* Write the hell out of that piece (and if it’s for xojane, you can totally say exactly where and by whom, as long as you change a letter in the restaurant’s name and leave out the waitress’s hair color).

Hm, good point - it kind of sounds like the sandwich is the focus, not the author’s deep feels about its being eaten.

You are so brave for talking about this. Thank you.

All the reasons for staying with strangers below heartily seconded - but I just have to chime in that Airbnb is very much a plan B to Couchsurfing.com. It has all the same potential crazy of hosts & guests, offset by personal profiles (as sparse or elaborate as you want), references for safety, and reviews of all…

so. much. this.

> It makes me wonder what Meryl would do if some/any man tried that now.

Thank you! I just wrote basically the same thing, before seeing this (late to the party): NOT METHOD, because Meryl =/= Joanna, Dustin =/= Ted, and there was no dead lover, ffs!

TBH, I’m less aghast at the slap than the Cazale attacks.
You could make a [flimsy, but still] argument for a slap being “method” during/right before a scene with a super-contentious divorcing couple, because it’s not that huge a stretch to imagine it could happen in real life. Saying fucked-up shit about her…

That was part of the factor in my Paragard>Mirena choice. I didn’t take any meds before to dilate it (thanks, Kaiser?) and having it inserted was a blinding-white pain like I’ve never felt, albeit brief, AND I got an infection from it - which is apparently super rare, but happens once every so often. lucky me! I did…

Heartily seconded - I had a Paragard (copper IUD) for 8 years, and switched to the Mirena (hormonal IUD) 5 months ago.
It was a major hassle convincing them to let me have an IUD, at all, because I haven’t had any kids, then the doctor rolled her eyes at my wanting the copper one. She actually said, “See you in 6…

lol, exactly my Grandma’s advice: Marry a man who loves you more than you love him. Period. My grandpa was crazy about her ‘til the day she died, and she always really liked him [it was not an overt thing at all - nor do I think she would have said this to him. It was a ‘wisdom to granddaughters’ thing). TBH, I think…

My immediate reaction to the headline was the tagline from Alien Vs. Predator: “Whoever wins... We lose”

I hope you are joking, because if you read that aloud to yourself, you have to hear how ludicrous it sounds. OF COURSE we should be giving them a history lesson. You will always have to do that, anyway, because so much is different in Colonial India and would make no freaking sense at all to a kid.
To make it easier,…

Seriously... and boy, was I never expecting to have warm fuzzies for PayPal.