I enjoyed this. I felt rejected by London - I didn’t fit in. I had to adjust my outlook, which helped a lot. I came to understand that Americans really *do* speak too loudly, and I adjusted my volume and the natives quit staring at me (for that, at least). But Londoners wear entirely too much black, and I had to fly…

all of the stars, for this comment :)

Also: “yes, these ARE canoes rather than shoes - thanks for noticing!”

Thank you for speaking up, and calling the seminar organizers on that bullshit presentation.

They have cups of different sizes. My experience of tampons has been a giant leak fest, and cups are marvelously unleaky; I have wished many times that my early years with a menstrual cycle involved using cups.

Seconded on menstrual cup because a tampon always leaks and a cup rarely does (unless it fills up, and then, it gives some notice that it is going to leak).  I wish they had been around when I was in middle school.

she could wipe it out with toilet paper, in the privacy of the stall, nbd

The shaming by doctors has happened to me too, on at least 2 different occasions. I absolutely understand why someone would lie. I was told once (by an old white doctor) that my recurrent yeast infection was caused by not washing well enough. And then sent on my way, with instructions on how to wash. Granted, you…

PREACH! about the Pokey Little Puppy.

Agree with whoever said this is the best comment thread in years.

This sounds like the prelude to a 7 steps meeting. ......”Hi, I’m asshole.” “....Hello Asshole!”

possibly rough draft=final draft.  I didn’t find them funny either.

In the cover photo, you can see the imprint of satan’s hand on her jaw. 

Let us begin with the stepfather

I used to live in Tennessee, so I know intimately that feeling of screaming into the void.  I’m so happy for you!

also see:  “Bless your heart!”  :)

I’ve been there.  I’m sorry you’re there now.  What helped me was taking a Taekwondo class.  All of the kicking and punching, all of the sore muscles, doing something for myself in the evenings, all of that helped me assert control again.

you sound lovely

that was my first thought as well:  steroids.  It’s not attractive (to me).

I am the same as you; I can’t stand it if the dog is injured (real, or pretend). A Dog’s Purpose is *dead* to me.