My first unwanted adult male attention was when I was 8 or 9, from a man who led a Bible study. Nothing ever happened beyond general creepiness and being overly friendly, enough for my little girl brain to say “Okay, this is weird and not normal.” Also probably why I am an atheist.

I 100% agree with the commenter about how it feels when a boy your age gives you attention, and when a grown man gives you attention.

Came here specifically for this gif.

I had this exact feeling when I saw these pictures regarding Blue Ivy, but I did not have the words to describe it. Thank you.

This post made me have a sudden realization that Bianca Lawson was the huge bitch in Save The Last Dance.*

I call those guys “Plane-Dads.” I travel a lot for work, and being 5’1 as well, I can look anywhere from 14-23 (I’m 26). Plane Dad’s are always helpful with your luggage, are generally quiet seat mates, and will pass you your drink when you’re chillin’ in the window seat. Always find yourself a good Plane-Dad (Mid…

I’m 5’1, this is my move too. Swing to the right, get it over the lip, and fucking PUSH.

5’1 frequent traveler here. I only ever travel with a carry on, so it’s not difficult for me to get my bag up over my head for my destination flight. I am typically traveling for trade-shows where I have shipped materials in advance—on my return home, whatever is not picked up or given away has to fit in my carry on.…

I’ve been flying a lot for work the last couple of weeks, and my patience for my fellow passengers has been driven to nothing. I fucking despite plane chatters, ESPECIALLY middle aged women who are traveling together. Somehow they ALWAYS find me, and sit near me. They. Never. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Not for one second.…

I miss Skymall too. It was paper Xanax.

I don’t necessarily fear flying, but I do certain things to make myself feel safer. I always sit in the middle of the plane, on the wing (preferably row 15 if it’s a smaller plane...I just like the number 15). I think it somehow makes me feel like it’s more structurally sound than the front or the back. Always window…

I do this, too. I have a very, “Well, *shrugs*” attitude about death (I guess only in cases completely beyond my control like an airplane crash that would be over before I even knew what was happening). I do try to text my boyfriend and dad something extra super nice in case that happens so that my last words to them…

I fly about once a week for work. Always getting that window seat, baby! I’ll never get sick of marveling at our world from 30,000 feet above.

I was just on a trip yesterday for work, and I always think about how I would respond to my sudden death by plane crash. I would hope I would be really serene about it because I would hate to have my last minutes be full of panic and terror, but I know myself, and yeah, I would die in a puddle of my own poo. My…

I mean, real talk, it would make sense that they all lost touch with Uncle Joey. He wasn’t a relative, so after a while I’m sure Danny Tanner would’ve been like “Listen, dude, I’ve got three teenage girls in the house...You know this is weird, right? You gotta move out.”

One of my nephews wanted nothing to do with the cake. He poked at it for a couple minutes, and then was like “psh, nope.”

Holy Shit. I would excommunicate myself out of that person’s life SO FAST.

This gif makes me laugh every time. No matter what it is referring to. May you rest in peace, Whitney, but this is never not going to be hilarious.

Or, how about not having a 1st birthday party? I know a lot of parents like to do it because it’s an excuse for family members to see the baby, but there’s literally no reason to have one. The baby’s not going to remember, you don’t need all that stuff, and if you want a picture of them shoving their chubby little…

Just wanted to say hi and that I live in Columbus, too.