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I'd like a "How To Deal With Crazy Neighbors" post. Both on the receiving complaints and complaining ends, probably. I'm am now in the 2nd apartment where I've had neighbors who accused us of being too loud when we were either out of the house or unconscious. And we're not allowed to wear shoes in our apartment, not

Oh god I remember that. It gets soo much better when you get older. The baggage with your friends/relationships disappears as you become actually independent, your parents loosen up. . .and most key is that you become less obligated to show up at some huge shitshow of a party and can just see the few people you

I'm going to my ex's family thanksgiving tomorrow. I don't think there's even a category for that.

Well, at least this way next time I get turned down for a job I can just say "dang, I must have been too hot"

This isn't a horrible story per se, but I went out with a guy the other night who I am like. . .75% sure was gay. Obviously I don't want to judge how anyone defines their own sexuality, but there were a billion things that made it seem that way, and not just stereotypical crap. . .like, finding random points to

Thank god I worked from home today. I try not to weep in the office more than once a year.

This is a fantastic piece. A few other things I think are important from a feminist perspective:

This set me to repondering a conversation I had a few weekends back.

I was! We were the only people in costume, the theater was full of high school kids (we're all mid-20s) and we made magic cauldron cakes and hence were barely capable of speech. Good times.

@battra92: Nah, Thanksgiving is my absolute favorite holiday, precisely because I have to follow none of these rules. I can't wait to get sillydrunk and bicker with everyone about music and politics while stuffing myself silly on my mom's cooking.

My family has a long-standing tradition of serving brussels sprouts and forcing all the children to eat at least one (I like them now but during my youth brussels sprouts were the Big Evil Vegetable From Hell).

I don't even know who half these people are! But I decided recently that male attractiveness peaked with Bruce Springsteen in 1984 (cover of Born in the USA) and it's all been downhill from there.

Oh and I'm surprised no one's added

Oh god. I had a real estate agent who would. not. process. that me and my male roommate weren't together. Even though the first time we came in his boyfriend was with us, it was always "your boyfriend" and even once "your husband". We gave up after correcting her twice, and she kept insisting on showing us

I'm interested in trying this as a total caffeine fiend, BUT. The guy going on about how he's doing this to make Brooklyn as legit a coffee scene as Seattle and Portland is total bullshit. Any self-respecting coffee place is loathe to give you even one shot of espresso in a to go cup, because espresso is meant to be

@nobodyr: Me too and I was hoping it was a scientific study proving that Oxycontin is good for you/not dangerously addictive. Ah well.

Funny story: I was actually thinking about this piece today when I was mortally offended by a nice old man! There's this old couple I always say good morning to when I'm running towards the park, and this morning the man says, pleasant as can be, "You look like you're losing weight!". I'm not TRYING to lose weight, so