Don't feel bad. Enjoy your youth, don't let old people grousing in comments sections upset you.

Hello spirit animal!!!!!! I do not understand either and I hate hate hate them both. My roommate used "on fleek" all the time. She thinks she's being ironic. But she's being stupid! (Disclaimer: I love the girl, but the adoption of every and ANY trend has got to stop).

Oh I know! *adopts wizened sea captain voice* I remember the feeling of after what seemed likes months of endless winter the feeling of warmth that temps in the high 30s/low 40s bring. Only Chicago winters have the power to make you yell "FUCK YOU!" when the bank flashes a -2 temp at you. You never forget the feeling…

I'm 36 but I like hella because it's SO SoCal that it makes me feel like I'm living in a Weetzie Bat book or a No Doubt song and somehow these are good things.

Oh I say hella all the time (kind of ironically, but also kind of not?). But fleek sounds very much like a "fetch" situation to me.

Hella goes back to California skater days; it's more geography-specific than era-specific. Shit's hella old.

Hella is actually hella old. From 1998. When you were (probably) a kindergartner. *Insert hella old joke*

Hella is old slang, so I'm ok with it. Fleek though. Fleek needs to fuck off.

Agreed. Fleek is totally bogus. Gag me with a spoon.

On Fleek is one of the most annoying phrases to become popular in the past few years. I wouldn't be sad if I never heard it again.

It's ok, Fall is only 2 weeks long in Chicago.

We (Chicago) made you, Oprah! We can unmake you! (no we can't) (I don't blame you) (It's so cold right now)

I want a REAL retelling of the actual Grimm version of the story where the stepmother forces the stepsisters to cut off parts of their feet so they can fit into the glass slipper. It's SO dark and wrong. We need to get all GRRM up in this.

Cannot not read Lily James Potter every time I see her name.

sweet merciful Zeus this is incredible

Jenner's biggest accomplishment is that he somehow manages to be the biggest ass in that photo.

My husband and I met in grad school and didn't hit it off immediately. We got stuck in the same miserable class together on Monday nights. It talked about music history, and one night the instructor went on an endless ramble about Schubert's "syphilis attacks" and kept saying the nonsense phrase "syphilis attacks"…

My ex husband never got that I was asking him out (we were teenagers), so I finally just told him to come to the movies with me and a big group of friends. And asked him to pick me up. We get to the movie and he's like, "...where's everyone else?"

Newly single, I ran into this hot guy I was acquainted with at a bar after my band played a show. I was like "Hey, I know you. What's your name again?"

He told me his name and my next question was "Wanna go make out in your car?"

It was a glorious summer day in drawing class so we all went out to the historical cemetery on campus to sketch. I was wearing a red sundress and I decided that I really wanted to get the attention of this one guy I'd been checking out all term.