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So not someone at Instagram specifically, but someone at the company that Instagram outsources customer support to:

So, as someone who has worked in the tech industry in the customer support sphere, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that there’s a customer service rep from one of Instagram’s business process outsourcing sites exploiting their access to people’s accounts for profit and their entire team is in on the scam.

Bingo. If these people aren’t working together I’ll eat my hat. 

Also, I have little doubt that Omid is a toxic incel.

Did her mother frequent any diners, drive-ins and/or dives last year?

UGH, this hurts. I drove from Tennessee to Ohio to meet this dude that I’d known from an online raver forum (yes, I know) for about a year or so? It was an absolute disaster from the moment he opened his door and I stayed that one night, then fuckin' skedaddled the next morning and drove the 5 hours back home.

I live in a big city, about 3.5 million.

I started up an online relationship with an unrequited love from college while I was living in New Zealand and he was living in LA. We had never kissed or been together at that point, but it was intense and passionate only in the way a long distance relationship can be. Lots of build up. What could go wrong? He bought

3,662 miles.

I really do like LaCroix a lot, but recently I’ve been getting Spindrift’s sparkling water with lemon at Trader Joe’s instead. The flavor seems a little less artificial?

Obviously this article was written to instigate a fight but I’m going to fall for it anyway and stand firm in my belief that LaCroix is actually good. Some of us want something that is very lightly flavored because it’s more refreshing and I don’t like the sweeter stuff. Also, I think the decline is probably heavily du

We got a set of a dozen GIANT PLASTIC CUPS as a wedding gift. They were not on our registry, they are the only cups my husband uses. I managed to get rid of half of them in the interest of fitting anything else into the cupboard. 

When my ex and I split, the only thing we argued over was a large abstract painting that had been done by a friend.  It was honestly the only thing I wanted to keep as his aesthetic was very much backpacker headshop chic (literally every room had a tapestry and they all smelled like nag champa). He suggested that

can he come over and get rid of all the plastic cups? my husband just loves plastic cups.

My early twenties were not a dating paradise. I met an incredibly gorgeous, well-built (and somehow financially well off) fireman Adonis. After our first date (in which he was quiet but very sweet), I made the mistake of making out with him in his car. Things got very steamy & we went to his place. After an amazing

I’m a long-term expat in Japan in my 30s that teaches tiny children. Last summer, I visited the UK, met a ton of cool people, musicians, etc. and clicked with some interesting people. This included a guy I met via a dating site. Fooled around once, but there wasn’t much to it he was friendly though, and took me

Summer before last, I had a fling with my high school boyfriend (we graduated 30 years ago). I was going through a separation and then reconciliation with my then-husband, who was an abusive ass, and the high school boyfriend (going through his own divorce) apparently deduced this from my FB photos. He reached out to

I was just out of a serious & heavy relationship and was looking for fun sexy times. I met a guy, older than me, an artist, and we spent maybe 6 weeks hanging out. He painted me like his french girls even. It was the perfect, rom-com, white lady comes into her life again moment and I was loving it.

Junior year of high school, class has just ended, and I agree to go out with one of the lifeguards from the univ pool where I do laps. He was 19, me 16, and it was a pretty lackluster evening. He BEGS me to come back to his room but I’m not feeling it, so a boring chaste kiss ends the evening and I go home after

one party’s base cares if you grab women by the pu$$y...and the other party’s doesn’t.