Samesies. Boyfriend likes it in the morning, I like it at night. My main issue is that I am a very sweaty sleeper, so I wake up looking like raggedy Anne; whereas, at night, I typically have some make up left over on my face, I’m relaxed and feel pretty and most confident.

I’m the youngest in my family, and I also am the only one who has non-feelings towards my mom. When my parents divorced and my mom moved away, my siblings were inconsolable (even though my mom was kind of a shitty non-existent mom when my dad and her were married), they all cried every single night for months. I don’t…

Also had an abusive horrible step mother. My dad divorced her and now she is fat and lonely. It is wonderful.

My parents divorced when I was 5, and my mother decided at that time she had enough of raising her 4 children. She moved 600 miles away and flits in and out inconsistently for the past 20 years. I refer to her as a “Facebook mom;” she likes to be there for the photo ops (college graduation, wedding, birth of a baby,…

You. I like you.

Did anyone here ever opt out of the whole bridesmaids thing? I’ve been a bridesmaid a couple times (9 bridesmaids in one-TOO MANY BRIDESMAIDS) and the general consensus is that it sucks, everyone hates it, and it’s a complete burden.

Midwesterner here who has TONS of water (and good food and a burgeoning art scene and a home THAT I OWN and a low cost of living). I’ll tut-tut all you LA-er’s when you move to Ohio.

Cumin is controversial??!?! CUMIN? Cumin is literally as essential to a guacamole recipe as avocado (I am passionate about guac recipes).

It’s a good name! My dad used to call me “Katie Marie from over the sea.” I loved that.

Katie Marie here.

Okay, but why did Greta Garbo suddenly transform into Katherine Hepburn on that magazine cover?

“We are NOT going to let this table be a metaphor for our relationship. That’s what IKEA wants!”

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Uh, DOY. Liz Lemon and Criss Chros taught us this YEARS ago.

I always tell people that I learned to be a feminist from my single father. In my home, there was no such thing as gender roles, we all pitched in equally on everything to keep going. He always treated each one of this his children as capable people who were worthy of his respect. I also love and like my father, and I…

Hahaha, are you me? When I was 12 or so, my dad found some late night porn searches and just assumed they were from my older brother. Nobody thought they were from the teeny tiny littlest sister!

I worked in a pizza shop when I was 16. When I was hired, the owner was a friendly grandfatherly type, who unfortunately could not afford to keep the franchise going, so it was bought out and run under corporate management. The new manager was the biggest fucking skeezeball. He was 28 or 29, and would make me work…

Of course, so create a shadow under your eyes. All women know this. All of those “get rid of your bags FAST” creams we use are to create a blank space for MORE SHADOWS.

Yes, I lie to myself daily, and then I’m like “WAHHHH WHY CAN’T I LOSE WEIGHT. I’m only eating 1200 calories!!!!!”

Aw, I want to go hug 12-year-old you, because I was her, too. I grew up with two sisters who got the hit the genetic lottery in getting all of my mom’s blonde, tan, blue eyed genes. I got all of my dad’s stuff—pale, dark hair EVERYWHERE (we’re not even Italian or Greek...just hairy mo-fos). I think I first started…