I think they make me look slow, which allegedly I am not.

It helps if you stand while they take the picture. It looks more athletic, especially for shorter riders or women like me with thick legs.

Yup, the only one I’ve ever even screenshotted was one of me on the bike. All of the running photos make me look like I never bend my legs and my mouth is hanging open like a slack-jawed yokel. Not attractive.

I forbade my husband from taking run pictures years ago. “Remember, only the bike, only the bike.” I don’t even look at the professional pics anymore. I don’t need to see myself coming out of the water. Those pictures are a special brand of hell.

True, but those pictures coming out of the water. Ooof. Those can be a special form of bad. Especially in a tri suit.

Yup, all my faves are of me on the bike! Probably because I like it and hate the run, and it shows.

Helen Keller Dance Routine.

I had a falling out with my best friend of 17 years about 5 years ago. We were inseparable and she’s in almost every memory I have; it’s like someone burned down my archives. It was harder than any breakup I’ve ever had.

No, “Everything happens for a reason” people are the WORST people. I agree with the rest of your list though.

This is what happens when you don’t copy and paste that disclaimer on Facebook.

I know the likelihood of it passing through the Senate is (knock on all the fucking wood) slim, but this shouldn’t quell the outrage. These “representatives” don’t represent women. Full stop.

Did anyone see the portrait of Donald Trump painted in menstrual blood? It gives me feelings. Like on the one hand, HAHAHAHA, but on the other hand he doesn’t even deserve the attention.

I want them to think about whether *they* would enjoy receiving this compliment from a man. “Hey, fantastic job on that brief!” = a-ok. “Hey, you’re really attractive.” = jesus, dude, must you?

I was working at a margarita bar on the water, so winter was slow. We relied on our regulars, a few of which were a group of late twenties bro dudes who would come in for nachos and fish bowl sized margaritas. They were generally ok, except they LOVED to flirt with all of the female staff, despite none of us being…

Google Images is rich and abundant. Well, it had two.

The trick is to squeeze out the bulb & spread the mushy roast garlic paste onto your slices of whatever. The right amounts obviously varies according to taste.

I was way more of a smart-ass when I worked in a bookstore, since my manager was always job hunting and couldn’t have cared less. During the height of the “Twilight” craze, right when the last book and the first movie had been released, we were sent a metric ton of merch, including those SweetHearts chalk-flavored…

Dear contributors to today’s BCO, I’d like you all to know that you’re the wind beneath my wings, & an inspiration to us all. I promise to skewer a troll in honour of each & every one of you.