The nutjobs are out there and they have followers.

If you are over the age of 13, you should be reaching behind to clasp your bra. Nobody else has this excuse!!

Fantastic use of the passive voice, Joe.

Wow, people fucking suck. That’s a lot of nerve telling someone their ring isn’t big enough.

Or you know, save it for a down payment on a house.

Oh god, early 90s Keanu... <3

Harris Teeter refrigerates their cakes. (It’s a ... southern / eastern (?) grocery chain.)

Ugh, I don’t want no used cake! Just have cupcakes in a fun tiered thing.

Well, it’s not just any store cake that’ll do. You gotta aim for the good store cake. Harris Teeter: good. Giant: bad.

Well, I really missed the boat on this one.

Agreed. You might as well put that fondant on a cardboard replica of a cake b/c that’s what it’s gonna wind up tasting like. that’s probably the next step of weddings: cardboard cake with fondant & a sheet cake from the grocery store being cut up in the kitchen to serve. God, those store-bought sheet cakes, though..…

Haha, I wasn’t offended. The french cut was supposed to be sexy! And yet wasn’t! Especially when they were in cotton Jockeys form. I suppose in 20 years people might be saying the same thing about the whale-tail trend in the early aughts...

Well, to be fair, the french cuts I had were more full coverage than any of the pictures here. I was in high school & my mom wasn’t about to buy me slutty underwear. They were...cotton Jockeys. Hey, it was the 80s. The pant rises were a lot higher than they are now.

Yes, please. 

That sounds right! It wasn’t Bob Saget, either, so that’s the other one, right? (I never watched that show)

And I fucking RAGE HATE all the Black Eyed Peas.

Oh yeah, I had the french cut underwear (that came up to my belly button) & swimsuits. And I was so terrified of being hairy on the beach or in the locker room, I would shave my legs all the way up over my hips.

Oh god. I can literally feel what would happen with a jumping jack. Thanks for the cringe.

I sort of got over the idea of her as an angry riot grrrl when I found out You Oughta Know was about one of the dudes on Full House, and not John Stamos.

This is simultaneously one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen while underscoring how absolutely garbagey garbage crap the original is.