Once on an AM rush hour crowded red line train, a woman sat next to me. As she got up to leave a few stops later, she turned to me and said, "thanks for letting me sit next to you and not giving me a hard time about it, I know I take up a lot of space."

Back in my preteen years (ugh) I read in a book somewhere that in order to "qualify" for a bra, one must be able to hold a pencil underneath the breast without and support from the boob. I obsessively tried this test over and over, hoping I don't know.. I'd miraculously grow boobs overnight and I'd need a pencil under…

Give me all of these things right Now. Love them all. Sorry not sorry. But thanks for the walk down memory lane. 90s kids yeah!