He looks like the hippie you’re not supposed to follow to a second location.

Damn, you started the convo today. I was 15, too, a young Junior, and we lived outside DC in Maryland. I feel like it’s woven into my DNA. I remember there was a definite sense of fear and “where-were-you-when”, but also a little bit of abandon and a lot of sardonic and defiant spirit that brought every one of my…

I remember being old enough to remember the Clinton years. And my Mom always told me that there was always war happening somewhere. And I couldn’t wrap my head around that. But now we are literally constantly fighting wars, and I am wondering if anything changed or if this was what it was always like.

I had just turned 19, my birthday is September 10th. My mom woke me up crying, saying I needed to come see the news. Watched with her for a couple hours in a kind of shocked fog, saw the 2nd plane hit and all that. Was in CC at the time, got ready and drove to campus to find out all classes were canceled for the day.…

Well I don’t remember it because I was 2, but my parents lived south of Seattle, so I grew up hearing plenty of stories. We had small jars of volcanic ash on our fire place mantle.

*Slowly raises hand* Yeah, I had no idea what Mt. Saint Helens was save reading about it in National Geographics as a kid. It happened before I was born.

I was fresh at my first duty station on 9/11. The world went from expecting six years of world traveling bliss in a peacetime Air Force (the notion of which being a tragic foreign cocept to the Youth Of Today) to the absolute opposite.

I still can’t wrap my mind around adults who don’t remember the Mount St. Helens eruption so you can only imagine how this makes me feel.

My stepson recently cited Nirvana as his evidence of him being really into “classic rock,” and my stepdaughter asked me where I was on 9/11 as a school project, and I haven’t decided which bothered me more.

Somewhat unrelated, but we are now getting to the age where younger people don’t remember 9/11, and I’m finding it so weird. September 11th literally changed the direction of my entire life (I’m 31), and when just-out-of-college co-workers look at me like I’m a dinosaur when I say I was in Iraq, I can’t get my head…

R. Kelly doubles down on his awful bullshit so thoroughly and unequivocally that the GOP is nominating him for a high-ranking position in the Trump administration.

Well if you can’t believe a guy who pees on a naked 14 year old on tape, who can you believe?

Chick on Twitter already loftily calling R. Kelly’s predation a “polyamorous, sub/dom consensual relationship. NBD.” There’s a small corner of my brain that wants to agree, but it’s crowded back there with ideas about “dumb ass parents” and “fast girls that shoulda sat their tails down”. So I close the door and avoid…

If she just wouldn’t have bought a new iphone, she would’ve been fine.

Given the “face-eating” part of this story, I’m exceptionally amused at the subsequent typo. :)

My father had a new ‘girlfriend’ 3 weeks after we buried my mother. They were married within a year. While I was happy he was not alone, it made grieving for me and my sibling impossible - my mother became a taboo subject - and I still resent him for that.

This tweet reply in support of her meltdown totally clinched the stereotype.

Rhetorical question, but: why are businesspeoplewho market themselves as edgy, hip people (and among those are women who brand themselves as feminists and use that as a marketing ploy) also fucking crazy? Grabbing your subordinate’s breast? The fuck is this shit?

“Also—and I’m just saying—Thinx don’t work for shit.”

You’re wrong (shocker)