I ended up with a riot of gem tones on all my walls and just went a few shades paler on the ceilings. My builder thought I was nuts, then liked it so much he did the same in his own house.

I picked a very light purple for the walls in my rental unit. The trim’s still white because it’s just so much easier to touch up that way but damned if I was going to be part of the white-on-white-on-white plague.

I know I’m the outlier but my enormous soaking tub gets used at least weekly. It’s my safe place when I’m anxious or depressed. But it’s not something I would put in a house I was trying to flip, granted. Purely a gift from me to me.

My house has nutty acoustics from a narrow footprint and 2 staircases. Without walls, you’d hear every sound from anywhere in the place, even if you’re trying to have separate activities. Doors mean I don’t have to hear every word of a conversation happening on another floor 3 rooms away.

I added pocket doors to the kitchen in my crazy choo-choo train house and they are the greatest thing.

Every fucking thing he has done beginning with the golden escalator, I really thought was the end.

Is that Trump spooge on her shirt?

Maybe you’re not super clear at communicating in general? “Please don’t put words in my mouth again” and a couple lines later, thanking me for not putting words in your mouth... It’s kind of a mixed signal, no?

When I was white chick living in a black neighborhood of Milwaukee, having no concept of how racist and segregated things were out there, I got one of the best compliments of my life from an older gentleman who told me in passing, without breaking stride, “I don’t want to sound like a pervert or nothin’ but you look…

My habit in my close-knit neighborhood of a major city (Boston, usually an insanely friendly safe place) is glancing eye contact and a polite but warm smile when I pass within arm’s reach of a stranger.

I was once at a hotel bar with a book on Superbowl Sunday because I was in town to house hunt and this guy 30yrs older than me would not leave me the fuck alone, kept laughing uproariously then elbowing me about some stupid fucking doritos commercial.

The rules only keep changing for men who think women owe them a particular response.

Usually It’s because I have my own shit going on. Catching up on the news on my phone, checking texts to see if a relative is still alive, reading a good book, reading a BAD book, checking a bank alert, just sitting and processing my personal thoughts — all those things are more important than your boner.

Guess what, if I have my headphones in but you’re not supposed to approach a girl wearing headphones, that’s too bad so sad. What law requires me to be available because a man is horny?

Oh my god I’m so sick of this excuse. “Well if I never harassed a woman I’d never get laid!” Fuck.Right.Off.

The only reason I’m surprised ny this accusation is that it wasn’t against Chris Angel (Kriss Anjel? Whatever dumbfuck way he spells it.) Give it time...

That’s how MA got Scott Brown. Dems here think they don’t even have to run. I’m too scared to vote for a GOP candidate ever, and the dems know that, but I’m fucking TIRED of being taken advantage of, which they won’t acknowledge is a real feeling coming from a real place.

It’s no more binary than gender (which is to say, not at all.)

I really didn’t want to body-shame but yes, I don’t think the visible ripples where her ribs connect to her sternum are particularly “awesome” either? If her frame is naturally extremely thin (like 99.99th percentile) or she’s ill, it’s nothing she should be ashamed of, but every other message from the beauty industry…

We had civet cats getting in between the floors at one point. The worst part is, you don’t want to startle the little stinkbombs, so you just hunker down and hope they leave in peace.