Heh, I was in that generation of youngsters, and every time my dad saw a guy around my age wearing a Ramones shirt he’d be like, “That kid knows nothing! I’ve seen them live. Twice!” He still does that, actually.

My deep personal shame is that I have bled through in public four times, and three were while sitting on an absorbent and darkly colored seat. The bus was the worst.

There’s a tag! God, pissing contest was great. I think they lost heart after the election.

I’m so tired of feeling like a conspiracy theorist 24/7. It’s exhausting.

Ryan, the Randian Nightmare.

Even those of us who don’t know shit about hockey know this.

Oh Jesus, I’m so sorry (though glad the third girl turned out to be nicer in the end). Mine was less traumatic because the spark was us getting put in separate classes, but it still fucked with my willingness to believe other people could like me for years.

5th grade was the year my two besties ghosted me, so my 6th grade diary is filled with paranoia that my closest friend’s other friends secretly hated me (hindsight: they probably tolerated me, which is better than hate, so eh). I’d managed to block most of middle school out by the time I reread the thing, so it was a…

The only time I managed to keep a consistent diary was 6th grade or thereabouts. It’s around, but it’s also purposefully hidden on a hard-to-reach bookshelf (forest, trees, etc.).

Syfy researches those documentaries religiously.

Came here for this, thank you!

I was surprised/annoyed any news outlets took the *history channel* seriously at all, they haven’t been credible for a looooooong time.

I remember seeing a tweet from the first black woman to get an astrophysics PhD from Yale at her graduation. It was 2014.

But then you have to listen to it.

That sounds like so much work on the store’s part, but damn if offering a service like that isn’t brilliant marketing.

Promposals are utterly ridiculous, but mine was very sweet and it was the first time anyone had done anything fancy and romantic for me, so it’s a very fond memory.

They made us play for three separate rounds of 8th grade graduation in middle school orchestra (per year), and I still have that fucking cello part to Pomp and Circumstance memorized.

Mean Girls was the Official Teen Movie of my generation (and it is legend), but c’mon. Clueless is eternal.

I tried to go timeless and “mature” with a strapless maroon number from David’s bridal, which felt very tasteful at the time, but now I realize it was just generic enough to be dated AND boring.

Omg, we had a Facebook group to prevent dress overlap, and there was SO. MUCH. DRAMA.