Filed to: Emancipation of Mimi

Saw the headline, assumed it would be Mark. Wrong again.

I have a friend in her mid-50s. She was the first person in her family to go to college. It was the mid-1970s. Her grandmother's advice was, "If you can't be good, be sanitary."

Holy shit! It's Rosario!

Skinny jeans are the work of the devil. I want him in Carhartts or Dickies or something, but I wouldn't kick him out of bed, I guess. ;)

That is absolutely my summer jam this year. Also, I was alarmed at how hot Calvin Harris is. I had never seen him before I watched this video. Now I have a huge crush on him, because in addition to being really, really, ridiculously good-looking, he is also Scottish.

So it's not just a clever name?

Say what you want, but I still love Crucial Taunt's cover of "Ballroom Blitz."

I'm incapable of moving that way. I'm only a tiny bit ashamed to admit I have tried and practiced and I just cannot.

Truth: I will not date a guy who owns slim pants. I hate the way they look. If I get approached by a dude wearing pants cut that way, I am instantly turned off.

No. No. NO. NOOOO. I fucking LOATHE slim and skinny pants on men. Absolutely hate them with a fiery passion. They don't look tailored. They look stupid.

THANK YOU. Reading these comments made me feel like I was taking crazy pills! I even like super wide-leg flowy palazzo pants over skinny anything. Fuck. That. Noise.

I will now share a recent shopping gripe no one will see because I'm back to my home in the greys. I was out looking for under-$70 non-skinny trousers/pants/slacks for work because I fucking hate skinny pants of any description on both genders and I flat out refuse to wear them. I had struck out pretty much everywhere…

Bath salts.

As a native Floridian and an ex-pat of over a decade, I cannot recommend it enough.

My other favorite awful-on-purpose ad is this one:

I'll be interested to read any kind of follow-up on this in another five years. My ex and I had a smallish/medium? wedding (65 guests, but semi-formal and really fucking fun) that we paid for ourselves. We'd been together for four years when we got married (known each other for eight) and had been married six years…

It's like his entire body is an arrow pointing to his dick.

Haaaaaaaated school, loved buying new notebooks and colored pencils and glue sticks and whatever else. I wasn't ever within a million miles of cool, so school was a mild form of eternal damnation, but I still can spend hours in office supply stores. I used to delight in organizing the office and buying supplies from…

Plllllleeeeeaaaaasssse find this and post it.