I assume this means that if I run my own business, I can discriminate against them jews and muslins and not allow them paid time off for their religious holidays because it's my religious belief that they are satan worshippers?

This is really interesting to me. I'm fairly introverted, but I've skewed on the "more loose" end when it comes to sex, casual or otherwise. I've spent most of my dating life in serious relationships. For the first time in my entire life, I can honestly say I am not actively seeking a relationship- and I think that…

Here's the thing that kills me (the most) about being a bridesmaid: the fact that the bridesmaids are now, for some reason, expected to pay for the entire bachelorette party. I have been to two bachelorette parties in the past couple of months and every time, the MOH or whomever organized it sends out the email "So…

for a hot second I was extremely concerned that James Murphy was once affiliated with Nickelodeon and I was mildly disturbed. Thank god I was wrong.

They're all idiots because I could have made a turtleneck look slutty in high school. All it takes is a set of DDs you're offending the world by even EXISTING.

What is the crease of the breast? Wouldn't that be under? Im so confused.

Wait, but what if I want to go with OMG?

So if I make roughly $50k in Chicago, I should be spending $1200 on a mortgage payment? That's like, half my takehome pay. How am I supposed to afford utilities and eating on that?

Men live harder lives? I'll remember that next time I collect my paycheck that is 18% less than yours.

Not a parent here, so I don't really know, but how do you birth something, stare at it day by day, knowing that it is a part of you, and then BEAT IT TO DEATH? Like, sometimes my cat really fucking pisses me off and I want to lock him in a bathroom but his pathetic mews hurt my heart too much. I can't even wrap my…

I for one, totally want to believe in a God who would punish an innocent child for my mistakes. Totally logical.

Last summer I went home to my parent's house, where I hadn't been in forever, and found Beach Blonde Shampoo, Conditioner, Spray, and after sun oil. It was literally like striking gold. Better than, probably. That shit smells SO FUCKING GOOD. I miss it so.

I had a friend who was a Luvabull, AKA cheerleader for the Chicago Bulls. I think they made like $75 a game. They weren't paid for practices or anything else. She did it for fun, and had a full time career, too. I personally think it sounded exhausting but she loved it. I think most of the girls who did it saw it as a…

Maybe it's just me, but I can't see enough of this to have any idea what it looks like.

I live in ATL and am often in Europe for work. The airport is a pain in the ass, security wise, and for international flights you have to get there way earlier. Plus, international flights are long and shitty and often late at night. Therefore, you get through security and proceed to drink/take xanax so you can sleep…

Er, that's every bar everywhere and it's gross and should stop, about 50 years ago.

I thought this was a joke and she was marrying a tranny. Which, you go girl, but would make an interesting twist in this (extremely vomit-inducing) story.

When I was in college, I had a part time job in retail in a busy store in downtown Chicago. I worked with this girl who was SUPER sheltered, and grew up in the suburbs and RARELY left, mostly because she had no car/her mom wouldn't let her. She was probably 20 or 21 at the time, and she would always talk about her…

I'm 27. There was a fair amount but I think it was at the point where people were paying more attention to boys than girls in terms of ADD. Also I grew up in Idaho, where teachers don't really care. Luckily, my parents were on top of their shit.