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the genre as a whole needs to do some self-correction and its editors need to work to move it a bit away from realistic fiction written by very privileged white people about dysfunctional families.

Cosigning this as someone who worked in property management. Baby wipes were the bane of our existence. They caused at least one major plumbing problem at least once a week, especially in our older buildings. Don't flush your baby wipes and don't argue that they're "flushable" when your landlord says that the building

I put a vote that the cast of Community is the entire cast of Beauty and the Beast. Allison Brie and her Disney princess eyes are already perfect for Belle, I like this Ken Jeong casting as Cogsworth, Joel McHale can be Gaston, Donald Glover could be Lumiere, Yvette Nichole Brown would make a decent Mrs. Potts,

Former dancer. My thigh measurement is really close to my waist measurement. Skinny jeans are the bane of my fashion right now. Also- tucking jeans into boots. I can barely find boots to fit over my calfs, and now I'm supposed to add fabric to that? Eff that noise.

Seconded this. Although I am not in the plus sized category, my thighs and calfs are disproportionally large according to other skinny jeans in other brands. Joe's totally fit and look really nice.

Some of our grocery stores have small "UK" food sections that's basically tea, Hobnobs, those ginger snap esque biscuits, and Jaffa Cakes. I go to the Indian grocery stores for my biscuit cravings.

Isn't that why a lot of designers loan or give their dresses to movie stars for major events? The publicity more than makes up for the cost of giving away a single dress.

My stupidest dress code violation- I had the audacity to wear a coat indoors in the winter after being nearly hospitalized with pneumonia. I am easily chilled naturally and lost so much weight while I was sick that I didn't have enough fat left on my body to stay functionally warm, so wore my letterman jacket over my

Oh my god, I remember the Keen games and the actual floppy disks, which were mildly outdated when I was a kid. My parents had an old computer, I don't even remember the kind, that they used for word processing for work stuff (my dad has the absolute most horrendous handwriting), but they got games too.

I will say this. They were horribly overrated. I think we got one used and my mom was just like "screw it, use the real oven, that light bulb doesn't cook anything"

Yeah, it doesn't make me feel nearly as old as when my friend had to explain what a VHS was to her college freshman class.

What horrible time period did you live in without cupcakes?

My public school teacher parents will not argue with you. My dad has gone head to head with so many of them trying to get the proper set up for his advanced classes that it's appalling.

We actually talked about it as early as elementary school (I think it was a tie in with a book we read) in Ohio. Maybe it's less of a where and more of a when issue.

Yeah, my school was the first elementary school in the district with computers sophisticated enough to have the internet. We only got those because it was a brand new school, I don't think the high school was as well set up, and definitely not the middle school.

Well... when I was 8 I got to use an Easy Bake oven. So, you know, almost there.

When I was 8, we didn't have the internet at home. It was only at school and I had no one to email :( ... Jesus, I feel old all of a sudden.

Totally agree. My mother in law had a wonderfully 80s Princess Diana inspired dress. At some point, they found it and my sister in law tried it on, thinking- hmm maybe when I get married, I can rework this and make a nice dress. She decided it was a lost cause.

Honestly, it probably isn't any more difficult than pissing in my very traditional a-line dress + train. Carefully, facing the wall, and with help. Thank god for a very close best friend.

The dress that launched some truly hideous wedding dresses. Diana's- not great, but the dresses it spawned? The absolute worst.