Me too. Also because lifting lets me channel my rage lol

Am I still a feminist if I’m vain as fuck and lift because I want my arms to look good in a tank top?

But put those innactions on a scale and weigh them against his achievements: He saved the economy, he literally liberated an entire segment of society (acceptance of gays and legalized gay marriage nation-wide), he put into place healthcare reforms that brought health care to millions who didn’t have it, and lowered…

I love that man, I love that man!

I mean... this is a girl with a blog that became a company. Do we expect her to launch with Old Navy’s size inventory or ???

Look, I found dachshunds on a treadmill! (I don’t even know if I’m gray here. How to tell?)

Back in the 80s, a friend from college invited me to be her bridesmaid. We lived hundreds of miles from each other, and had only exchanged brief letters in the years since graduation. I shouldn’t have accepted, but I thought it would be fun to see her and the people we used to hang out with.

(I promise this is about sex. Hang in there)

My dad on his wedding day, 1979. Second from the right, in the white linen suit.