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I never dated a ton (i started late) but I had dated a couple shitty dudes and I think that I had to do that for some reason to get a real idea of how selfish and shitty people can be. When I met Mr. FIP there was never a doubt in my mind and nothing could break us up. I’d like to think it’s always this way when it is

you know, this really resonated with me because my boyfriend and I are pretty young (21) and have been together for 2.5 years, and I’ve also had this worry about which doubts re: our relationship are serious and which ones are just me being overly analytical about myself. Especially because we’re so young and both in

This is exactly what I needed to read right now. Because I’ve been having doubts all night and all morning. Yes, so we like to do some of the same things together, have great sexual chemistry and he makes me breakfast and dinner sometimes, but what is it that really, at a time when you want the right partner? I’m in

It drives me nuts, tbh. He was just too much in that movie. You know that scene when he beats himself up in the bathroom to avoid talking in court? At one point he falls down and you hear his head hit the floor. That is real. He actually went so far he hit his head pretty hard on the marble floor. I cringe at that

I have an ex who talked to me like that when I dared to question how he treated me. Emotional abuse has a way of sneaking up on you and then controlling you in ways you don’t even realize. I’m glad JD told this psycho to fuck off and that he got disbarred. I hope she is okay, though.

For lack of better phrasing this is the Justice porn I needed today!! He needs to take his place on the Unfuckables list now.

real talk: liar liar is a significantly under-appreciated member of the Jim Carrey canon

What’s the difference between a drone and the remote control airplane I bought at the Haywood Mall Radio Shack in 1985?

this. 9 months post partum, down 2 jean sizes but somehow up 10 lbs? wishing for your “pre pregnancy body” is like thinking if I drive my Honda long enough it will turn into a Porsche. If you need me, I’ll be over here polishing my honda and vacuuming crumbs out from between the seats.

Am I the only one who was terrified to look and find this was an article on slimming down your baby? Because I totally read “banish baby weight” as my infant is too fat because I’m a stupid health nut and must put them on a low fat vegan paleo diet that will keep them from becoming autistic because they’re dead.

the best thing is to go to a korean massage parlor. not the happy ending kind — the dispassionately-pummel-your-flaccid-hackey-sacks-till-your-monkey-brain-no-longer-recognizes-them-as-your-appendages kind. honestly, i made more progress on the self-acceptance front in two hours with a pot-bellied korean grandma in

Eff all of it. You know how much I gained during my first pregnancy? 52 lbs. Fiftygoddamntwo. My What To Expect book had a heart attack, I swear. Kid is going to be 6 in June. Do I care how much weight I gained with her? No. Does it affect my life in any way now? No. Do I wish I ate more salad? Fuck to the no.

My son is 14, I’m not a girl, and I still don’t feel like I’ve recovered my old self or rebranded myself. Don’t care though because he’s amazing and I still can’t conceive of life without him. Yes, I know, it’s different for moms. I’m just saying fuck people. Own it because you earned it. You love that kid more than

Ugh, I hated this quote. If she would press a button and get some information she would know that her comment was super racist.

okay but like, what did you wear for the interview and did she like it

Anybody know if there is a resource where I can find what companies manufacture clothing ethically? Or know of any solid companies that do?

I’m old: I would have graduated in ‘78, but I was expelled. Idiotically enough, it was for not attending classes, because I was terrified to. Instead, I sat all day in the cafeteria (open schedule format school) and wrote other people’s papers. In my junior year, I spent every day in the library: I was determined to

Clearly, we did not attend the same high school. The one where I was beat up on the regular, spit on while people cheered, had “faggot” chanted at me by a hundred kids when I entered the auditorium for a lecture class, endured taunts of “name your gender,” and spent hours under overturned garbage cans, while people

I think this is really great but I’d kind of like to go a step further and say: Can we maybe ditch the whole prom thing as it stands now? After hearing that at my daughter’s (private, prep) school, they had to sell 135 tickets for the prom to be on (and for the all students to get the next day off of classes) I asked

As someone who wasn’t asked to any dance, ever (including prom), I can attest to the fact that it’s emotionally scarring (even though I’m straight, & my situation wasn’t exactly like this one... All my friends had dates. I went anyway, & ended up leaving less than halfway through in tears). It’s been 11 years, & while