notyourcheese3
NotYourCheese3
notyourcheese3

So what are we supposed to do now? I don’t think it’s feasible for most people to join the organizations you mention, to go at it from the collective action standpoint. What is the ethical choice for a nice-nail-loving New Yorker now? Boycott the cheap salons, and worry about what will happen to those workers? Or keep

4. Lt. Nixon. Oh, how I loved him. All dark and sarcastic. Yum.

Sarcasm? Please tell me this is sarcasm.

This might be a sort of injoke referring to an oft-repeated phrase in the books: “as useless as nipples on a breastplate.”

I pity the poor serf who had to photoshop out all the backlit flyaways in that header photo. You poor thing, you.

Co-sign. My Irish, Alsatian, German and French ancestors fought the good fight for me. Give me a giant glass of cold milk alongside my Oreos. Mmmm. And not so much as a burp out of me. Perhaps related, no one in my family has ever broken a bone or gotten a cavity.

I had a pretty traumatic c-section, wherein they sliced me vertically from belly button to a few inches above my ladybits. They thought I had appendicitis, long story. But the end result was that on top of all the weight I gained because I was on modified bed rest that last couple of months, and all the stretch marks

I was wondering about those girls. Who were they? Were they his “hunting” buddies? Or someone else? There’s a book spoiler here that I don’t want to divulge. But I’m wondering about those girls.

But how could he NOT know? Littlefinger makes it his business to know everything. I just don’t buy it.

I literally could not sleep well last night thinking about poor Sansa Stark and WTF Littlefinger is doing. I mean, is he really, really gonna go through with a wedding between Sansa and that monster. That little pep talk he gave Sansa about getting revenge didn’t seem to fit with the idea of marrying her family’s

So, wait, you people who are saying not to flush tampons... what then, should I do with the dripping bloody mess? Wrap it in a roll of TP and put it in the garbage? That doesn’t seem eco-friendly either. And if any of you Luna cup crazies chime in, you’re getting auto-ignored.

Am I supposed to hate this? Because I love it.

Imagine how annoying and comfortable it must be to have something pinching your septum all day long.

God, I miss him.

I get that, but I meant sad in the sense of small and uninteresting. When I grew up, eggs were hidden in shrubs and in trees and unusual places wherein you were forced to “hunt” for them.

Right. I was shocked to see the video of the event showing all the eggs just heaped on a sad patch of lawn. That is an Easter Egg Depot. Not a “hunt.”

With a name like that, you can only be from South Bend. Happy Dyngus Day, btw!

What are you talking about? This is more emotion than is in all three books.

Tracy, what I’m struggling with is if I should ever tell my kid about the abortion I had 15 years before he was born. No?