Except it's not. "Peperoncini" is already plural; "peperoncinis" is double-plural and super-annoying. Possibly even more annoying than eliding a syllable.

Right?! I feel like if they put the tip out early, I should just pick it up right away. After all, it would be both rude to ignore it, and unhygienic to leave cash on the table with food.

Agreed. It seemed to me in that story that the server was purposely goading the customer. You have a poorly functioning speaker; the regulars know that but how would a non-regular know? So because she's trying to get a response, the server has already decided to fuck with her order and give her decaf regardless of…

God I want cigarettes. I've been resisting during the whole storm prep. Gas up? No smokes! Supermarket? Skip the cigs! I really hope that the corner store will be closed by the time I go stir crazy tomorrow and take a walk over.

Good advice! I just sorted through all my cosmetics and toiletries while working my way through the DVR backlog. Threw out old stuff, rotated in a new eye shadow palatte, and put together a bag to donate to a battered women's shelter. Tomorrow, after sledding, I'm going to practice with the false lashes I found until…

I'm well prepped for this storm, but I lack a snuggle partner and they were out of stock at the supermarket. Which has me sad, because I can't think of anything more mood-making than frigid temps and gale-force winds rocking the upstairs bedroom.

It's the dismount I find ridiculous.

I like you. Lots.

THANK you! I just don't understand the judgment here. Hands are great tools, as long as you use them well.

Opera length?

This comment thread has turned toward a much happier ending than I'd expected. Yay for sex positivity!

I kind of feel as though a lot of people commenting didn't read the article to completion either.

Nothing wrong with a shaker knit. They were just very popular in the 80s (Ooh, worn backwards with the deep v down the back!), and were one concession to popular fashion that would *not* get you side-eye in my high school.

Oooh! I had sparkly copper! Now that I think about it, my laundry must have been an utter disaster. My poor grandmother.

Your mom is brilliant!

Thank you for posting a pic. I was beginning to feel like a sucker for actually posting a photo of myself. And you look gorgeous and fab these days, and funny and adorbs back then!

Why wait? it's on Amazon; BUY IT NOW. (with botanical extracts, even!)

Reading all these '80s beauty horror stories, I'm realizing I may have actually been lucky to grow up in a judgy, oppressively preppy New England town. There was the occasional shaker-knit sweater or neon shoelaces on Keds. But any girl with waterfall bangs or a fishnet wardrobe would have gotten serious side-eye and…

WHAT?! DENTAL FLOSS????!!!

Seriously. The first time I tried it was dry, with a straight razor I found in my cousin's beauty shop. I don't know how I didn't maim myself permanently.