Oh thank GOD I was like... shit, I am the laziest mother fucker in the WORLD and spend most of my day in bed (am on sick leave so kinda ok, maybe... but I tend to anyway?) and eat shitty food and bogart the tv for crap tv and leave my everything everywhere and my partner is just THERE, while I pick my nose and…

The invitations to my November 2001 wedding were mailed on September 10, 2001. The wedding venue? Windows on the World.

Don't even think about it too much..you'll be surprised how life works.

You keep posting this multiple times per article, in multiple articles. You are SUPER invested in telling women that they are wrong about their own goddamn bodies.

My parents didn't realize how creepy I was until I was about five and didn't have any friends and started writing depressing poetry about how I was going to kill myself. I had serious depression and anxiety issues even as a very young child, and was very unpopular. I was told by all of my teachers that I was too smart…

I was a creepy child, as in I was bad at socializing and I knew too many words. Essentially, I was a very small old person who read encyclopedias and watched daytime television. I was also bald (which my mom tried to cover with tiny hats) for the first few years of life to complete the picture.

This is terrible but I was 4. My mother was pregnant with my brother and the hospital had these classes for kids that were about to become older siblings. We got to put on scrubs and go to the nursery, etc. Well, we proceed to visit the new babies and the nurse holds one of the babies up to the window for us to see…

Around age 7 I was obsessed with Transformers. When my parents bought a Suburban I was convinced it was Optimus. I would lie down in the third row and talk to him. We were going to get married.

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Hi All, I'm the Drag Queen server and if you have any questions just ask. But I would like to reply to the gentleman who said I was extorting money from them. We get paid an hourly wage that's waaay below minimum something like $3 an hour. Tips are how I make my money period. I asked for $10, this after they had 6…

sisterhood is not universal. one frightening example: as teenagers*,my sis and i were stalked damn near home by an evil fuck ranting to us about "girls being out at night by themselves"—like he was trying to convince himself that what he planned to do to us was our fault bc we were out late at night. we happened upon…

That's adorable.

I think her friends are genuine, but I don't think I would like it either. I am mortified by anyone pitying me. I would feel so bad that people were feeling sorry for me.

Yeah this seems massively patronizing.

As a former bullied teen, let me just say that I would fucking hate this and I don't think her "friends" are as sweet as this story suggests. Sorry to be a Negative Nelly, but no.

Different strokes, I guess. Glad it made her happy, but if this were me being crowned out of pity would be sheer humiliation.

Nice story, but they didn't help her "win homecoming queen" as the title suggests. One of the friends won and gave the crown to the bullied girl, which is very gracious and should be celebrated. That's not the same as if they'd renounced their place on the ballot in her favor and campaigned for her to win.

My husband has PTSD, and because he developed it because of physical and psychological abuse in his home of origin plus a violent home invasion — not through military service — he already feels like his PTSD is somehow illegitimate. So I find your attitude to be unhelpful at best, and reinforcing the prejudice that…

Moral compass? He works in finance.

We have a lady who always asks for us to leave the chick peas off of her salad to which we reply we do not not have we ever put chick peas on our salads. Once you bring the salad out she will huff and puff and hold up the peppercini and exclaim she didn't want any chick peas. She's been told many times that it is not…