My friends and I were totally sharing this around:

I made sort of an informal new years resolution a few years back to not buy bags of potato chips, since they’d invariably be eaten in 1-2 sittings.  it’s been working out so far.  

Yeah- I think part of it is our culture is (perhaps even more than ever) obsessed with visuals. There are plenty of reasons to want to work out more and/or change your diet- feeling healthier and stronger or getting to a healthy BMI is great. I struggle with binge eating sometimes and chronic pain always so I often…

“There’s also this inherent fear that what if it changes again, as at that moment treating success implicitly means that gaining weigth would be a failure.”

Body and fitness is something I never know how to speak about, and I mean that from a personal experience, as it always ends up being a wrong way to talk about it. So I’ve had huge weight fluctuations in my life and am at the moment in one of the leanest phases for reasons I honestly don’t comprehend. I’ve worked out…

Saying weight and looks don’t matter while showing they still matter a whole lot is our culture’s newest sick aspect of appearance policing.

With the exception of a three year period where I had housemates, I’ve been living on my own since college and I wouldn’t have it any other way, to the point where if I were to get married to someone and they already had a place they loved, I would honestly consider not living together permanently.

I briefly lived on my own after college (2 years total?) and then moved in with my boyfriend, who became my husband and who is now my ex-husband. I have two kids so for half the week we are a family of three in a house that I bought with money that I cashed out from retirement. And then they leave go to their dad’s…

I moved straight out of my parent’s house and into my husband’s in my early 20s, and I do not recommend it. After our divorce (surprise! I’m gay!) last year, I found myself needing a roommate for the first time. A friend had a finished attic space in her house, and let me and my dog move in for six months as a trial.…

This whole thing was a mess, I was a big fan of the channel.

It’s not Korean if you call it gyoza on the menu. And if you want to get technical, it’s likely that cherry blossom imagery and paper lanterns originated in neither Japan nor Korea.

Nay, not the bard we need, but the bard we deserve. 

‘Authenticity’ in food is bullshit anyway. The history of humanity since the beginning has been movement across the globe, and with it the mixing of cultures and ideas and flora and fauna. So basically all food is fusion.

Off topic, but I miss Bobby Finger’s Megyn Kelly Today, Today, and the guy that commented in colors about her wardrobe.  That’s all.  I’m truly bored working from home.

I’ve always been someone who was super into parts of internet culture way longer than I probably should have been. I used to know who all the big YouTube stars were while most friends my age were clueless. But I cannot get in to TikTok. At least Vine and YouTube allowed for some creativity, but all the biggest TikTok…

Thank you. I was able to reach out to my support system (my psych made me make a plan on what to do, and for some reason I did it). The kind and understanding words here helped very much. I’m grateful for you oldwoman :)

We’re fostering a senior fox terrier mix, who seemingly had a pretty terrible life. When we got him, his little teeth were rotten, he had a heart murmur, and repeatedly woke from sleep startled and growling after bad dreams.

I’m 27 and I’m working up the resolve to file for divorce. It’s common to hear about couples falling “out of love” or one person saying “I’m not in love any more,” but my husband apparently has never been in love with me. I have a thicc rant below but I’d love any stories of finding love after divorce!

Uggghh, my mom, sister, nephew, and brother-in-law are all out at a restaurant right now! While I’m uninsured with a medical condition that could leave me disabled if I were to contract COVID. It’s just a reminder of how I have always been expected to put up with shit, no matter the harm done. And I know it’s my fault…