There's also the theory that, besides the wedding, this is the One Big Fancy Dress-Up Event that people with lower incomes can count on going to; people with very high incomes are likely to be invited (and financially able to attend) big parties in their future, so there's more opportunity to dress up and get fancy,…

People who live/have lived in/near LA (my father is from New York and therefore I realize that I may be unjustly prejudiced against LA): Is LA really as awful as everyone makes it out to be?

So am I. And so is my parish priest.

I had a pack of parents photographing my friends and me, and somehow it all turned out okay. That said, had I had the money to pay for a professional photographer... I dunno, maybe I would've done it. I didn't have a date, though, and it seems to be a thing one does in pairs.

Would you give any if you had these nice chemises? I sure as hell wouldn't.

1.) Loungewear. Wear them just lying around. It's what I do with my nice bras and slips and other silky things (gonna have to stop soon with the roommate moving in and whatnot, so I'm getting use out of them while I can.

So. Lovely. I'll take five.

Somehow I feel that if they'd stayed in the dining hall none of us would actually know that Dartmouth has a rape problem, save students and people who do research on the matter.

Aren't there two old-people stereotypes? Loud angry old person, and loud happy old person? (Befoer someone says "what about 'slightly senile'?" - couldn't "slightly senile" could be a subset of either?)

[insert large sip of tea/pint]

What the fuck, Dartmouth? Do you not have a sexual harassment policy somewhere in your Code of Conduct? Maybe enforce that as best you can as well as nitpicking on protestors?

When you're sheltering rapists, certain rules stop applying.

Well, then I'm ovulating fifty percent of the time, because red and black are my wardrobe during the fall and winter.

Tl;dr for those who didn't read the linked article: Essentially nearly every food or a permutation thereof is poisonous to you. You're going to die at age 35. Stop eating so badly, doofus. Cook something.

If Chenille substituted for me at any time after I saw that movie I'd really WANT to make a joke, but I'd actually straight-up die.

Could it be that Michelle Bachmann is finally facing up to the fact that ANYBODY who runs/ran a "reparative clinic" has some repairing of his own to do? Ahem?

And we'll just skate over the fact that, A, I stated I never really consumed porn nor am I interested in starting now, so I'm not qualified to defend myself from the rather ridiculous charge that I "am porn." B, I guarantee you if people with "my mindset" "brought us the content we see today," at least the queers…

Oh, Christ, NO.

Then be grateful I didn't follow Plan A and enter the sisterhood, I suppose. Though I always did think I'd look good in a habit.

I did! XD