I’m sort of joking, but I do also realize that I can get away with some total lazy practices that many ladies can not. I also try to be aware of my tall person privilege, especially at concerts. The short struggle is real.

My dad just about had a heart attack when I got my ears pierced. My mom considered herself quite modern for letting me do it. I remember coming home and showing my dad, and he was PISSED. They had a big fight about it, believe it or not. I was probably in 4th grade or so, but that was considered “too adult” as well.

“died by suicide” has to be one of the sloppiest phrases I’ve heard in awhile. You commit suicide or you kill yourself. Suicide is a motive, not a method.

I just read through the comments section of the Tacoma Stories link and someone fairly close to the situation said that her father had threatened to put her up for adoption. If this is true, coupled with the hair cutting off incident, it paints a picture of an abuser who should be in jail.

Chopping off her hair. What kind of fucking medieval punishment is this? That’s what they did to women who slept with Germans during the French occupation. Getting drunk or whatever doesn’t warrant this hateful treatment. This is horrid.

OT, but, the only thing I remember from that movie is that Bruce Wayne’s china pattern was the same as mine.

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And, as promised, Ellie Goulding’s little brother was returned, alive and well.

Hot Take: Everyone’s posting about “blah blah this is why I don’t stand near the tracks” but really this is why I go out of my fucking way to avoid strange men in public. I don’t look at them, I don’t get near them, and if they try to interact with me I assume they’re violent and run the fuck away. I’ve had way too…

pro tip: get a big ol nalgene bottle, and drink it throughout the day. refill as needed.

Currently I have a client with a brain injury that requires cueing for all basic functions, including eating, drinking, and voiding. She can do it once she’s reminded, but the part of her brain that tells her to do it in the first place doesn’t work anymore. This kind of thing would be great for her and her…

I have this little clock in the corner of my computer screen that tells me when it’s time to drink. Usually 5:00, 4:30 on Fridays.

Poor woman. This is why I always, always stand with my back against the wall while waiting on the train.

Wow. I couldn’t imagine a bleecker start to her day!

I try not to be a grammar/spelling goose-stepper, but the Elizabrth brought this to mind:

Based on the earlier post positing the Kardashian time frame, she told her sister she was pregnant 13 days post ovulation. It’s rare to know for certain you’re pregnant that quickly. However, if you’re carrying multiples, you get a positive test result much sooner. So I’m going with twins.

As someone with two fertilized eggs being planted into me tomorrow, starting out with two fertilized eggs is no guarantee of twins or any baby at all.

One hundred thousand.

This is pretty much the only acceptable outcome of this entire plotline.

I kindof thought Sansa’s fur cape made her look protected/sheltered. (Alas, if that was the intended symbolism, it was viciously misleading.)