This seems apt:

Right here: Fresh Sugar lip balm. Moisturizing, smooth, SPF 15 and comes in several colours (including clear). Free of parabens, sulfates and phthalates. Screw-on cap keeps it from opening in your pocket/bag.

Right here: Fresh Sugar lip balm. Moisturizing, smooth, SPF 15 and comes in several colours (including clear). Free…

Just saw St. Vincent perform this weekend. She slayed the guitar. Literally, in one case: ripped out the strings.

Encourage any part that's showing proclivity to curling with finger curling those sections and drying them like such (use the dryer on the part you're twisting and keep it in a twirl until it's dry). Setting the curls once dry seems like it might help too, so a hairspray with some hold could be worth a try! I never…

She must know my mom, who makes me throw out the wire hangers they give you at the dry cleaners.

I did have love letters. Lots of them. At some point I imposed some organization- one manila envelope for each major relationship. Shortly after I married, at age 31, I decided that I wouldn't want my future child to find these letters after my future death, so I disposed of them. I plunked them right in the…

Fish reheated in the microwave at work.

My friends took me to a drag show then we did karaoke while they got me unspeakably drunk. We finished an enormous bottle of gin. It was fantastic.

This needs to go to Shade Court, because that isn't throwing shade. That's just ribbing/teasing from a sibling.

My mother. Who took the opportunity during her toast to give my bride my bronzed baby shoes, saying "This is all I have left to give to you of my Gregory. The rest you've already taken for yourself"

"...this time she closed the card with: 'From the woman who loved you first.'"

I didn't hear the gasp as it happened, but when I heard about it later I was amused. The only direction I felt like running was toward her, not away!

Went the other way around for me. I'm in software and imposter syndrome comes pretty natural. I proposed in a dead panic about whether I could be a good enough husband for her, and it only grew as the wedding got closer until *poof*: full-blown panic attacks a few months before the wedding.

OH MY GOD, THIS IS EVERYTHING

"When you refer to a woman as a female, you're ignoring the fact that she is a female human," write Nigatu and Clayton, pointing out the connotation that follows: "It reduces a woman to her reproductive parts and abilities."

Is that a No More Wife Beater?

yep, why would a person ever need a travel size anything when you can simply fill your bag with samples of primer, eye primer, moisturizer, eye cream, toner, etc.

Wow, an insecure little nitwit questioning the sexuality and gender of a popular successful athlete because he just can't get his head around the fact, that a girl can do what he can't. Have you been beaten badly in a pickup game by a woman? Poor little troll.

I've got this awesome hippie Wiccan facebook friend, and she posted a link to an article about vaginal steaming the other day, and no lie, Facebook's top "suggested link" underneath my friend's post was a link to a food.com recipe for steamed clams.

I fucking lost it at A. A. Ron Rodgers. At least he's enjoying his off-season.