Absolute perfection. She always looks fabulous.

She-Ra used to beat up my Barbies, who were always plotting world domination through various Stepford Wife type scenarios. My four inch She-Ra figure would also include monologues on how getting married isn't the ultimate goal in life.

I currently live in San Francisco, and my facebook feed is indeed full to the brim of "oh noes, the road is closed!" posts, and PAX "let's plan to get together!" posts.

I'm just over here eagerly awaiting this weekend, when Dolores Park will be sparse, and brunch lines will no longer exist. I anticipate feeling much…

Ah, see, I'm 30 and fell in love with the red velvet suit, the pencil and a-line skirt, and the black trench. I would rock the shit out of those.

Definitely not uncommon. I married at 20, was divorced at 23, and he was horribly abusive. Being a military brat, I honestly thought that most military men would be like my dad. I was so wrong.

That man should be completely disbarred. It is unconscionable that he is allowed to practice at all.

They're... not terrible?

I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THE BATHTUB LASAGNA.

I think I love you.

I am so skeeved out by the "reborns". A guy who I went to high school with and his wife have had trouble conceiving for the entire time that they have been married. They've had numerous miscarriages, and all they want is to be parents. I get that, and can sympathize.

But they constantly post pictures of their…

I, too, have made a rainbow cake! Seven layers, and it was a pain in the ass.

Brilliant.

Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn!

I've found that a withering look and saying "I know your mother taught you better than that" can help, especially in Oakland. Not so much in the Mission in SF.

I hate that RBF doesn't keep me from getting harassed in SF. Ugh.

Not me, but your friend sounds AWESOME.

I wore the rose-gold Badgeley Mischka to sing at at a friend's wedding reception (cleared by the bride, of course!). My friends' jaws dropped simultaneously, like a cartoon, when I walked in.

Unless I'm wearing a crew neck or a turtleneck, YOU WILL SEE THE CRACK BETWEEN MY BOOBS.

I totally have a lady friend who greets my boobs first. She cuddles and purrs against them. No, she is not a cat (and she would never do it in public).

I didn't know how much I wanted this until now. YES.