oh my god that is SO fucking ridiculous. And he probably thought it was romantic.

oh yikes! We’re pretty sure mine was a rubella complication. So at least I didn’t pass it on.

I wasn’t talking about heart disease, I was referring to the “classic” heart attack symptoms; crushing chest pain, left arm pain, cold sweats, etc. Women are much more likely to not have these symptoms, and to have symptoms like nausea or light-headedness. And to not be taken seriously and told that it’s “stress” or…

Drape some sheer curtains over your head and call it a veil. Now you’re romantic AND mysteriously jalapeno-scented.

I ... actually have a collection of vintage hats. Hanging on my wall. None of them are straw, though.

Oh my gosh, try what we did ... Amazon wish lists. We share an Amazon account so we just add stuff to the list occasionally that we’d like. That way if we really can’t think of anything, we can go over there and say “Hmm, she liked this cashmere sweater.”

I had this problem with my daughter’s ADHD. For some reason doctors were super reluctant to diagnose it. Now she’s about to graduate high school and we’re still trying to find a medication that works because it took so long to even get a diagnosis!

Are you a Tet baby? I’m a Tet baby!

I ... cannot even imagine how unpleasant that imaging equipment must be for men. Like, mammogram machines always seem to me like they were repurposed from some other part of the hospital. You have to contort yourself into an uncomfortable position and hold it. And they’re supposed to be MADE to fit women!

I kind of get it, I mean, it does feel a little bit like another “but what about the menz” for a problem that’s overwhelmingly women’s. But it’s as much a problem as, like bagofletters says, the gendering of heart attack symptoms toward men.

I am totally paranoid about that heart attack thing. I hear so many stories about women being told it’s “just stress” because the early signs are so different. But ironically, the very heart condition I have that makes me fearful also makes me more likely to be taken seriously. It’s hard to dismiss chest pain in…

Actually, Mr. Bells wasn’t that great at it at first. But I am a talented gift-giver, and after getting a couple of “oh my GOD where did you FIND this?!” presents he realized he needed to up his game and pay more attention. Also, when I correct him he takes it in stride. Like, he bought me some earrings for Christmas…

I hate peppermint tooooo! Sisters!

I bought this pair of thigh-high boots when I weighed 105 lbs and I couldn’t zip them. Who the fuck are they supposed to fit!?

I can’t find it now, but I JUST read a post about this. The girl is saying that guys complain when she won’t pretend to like sports for them. “But what if you’re dating a guy who does, won’t you watch it with him?”

I felt like this a lot in my first marriage, where he literally never had any idea what to give me for gifts. Even if I specifically told him to buy me X for my birthday, he’d come home with the equivalent of Marge Simpson’s bowling ball. Because he never actually thought about me.

The current Mr. Bells, on the other…

Did NONE of you think to call Brandi Kirchgessner, for goodness sakes? She’s got like 12 bunnies already!

RIGHT? Because if someone broke in while you’re NOT HOME how is leaving the gun in plain sight supposed to help anyway? Seems like a good way to lose a gun.

It looks like my bicycle seat in the 70's, all glittery vinyl. It may be the nostalgia talking but I love it.

And I mean ... did the kids waltz in the house and straight to the gun? He didn’t think “Hey maybe I should put the gun away?”