I also almost got sent home from camp for having a boy in my room. We were fully clothed but when the counselors tried to get in the room I decided we should take our shirts off because an adult wouldn’t want to see naked 14 year olds.

In Jr High School my very best friend’s parents became fundamental Christians out of nowhere. Suddenly our fun summer trips and weekends were taken up by ‘weird’ new church activities. I use quotes because some really were weird and some were just weird to a terrible catholic like my family raise me to be.

To teach you a lesson or just because?

I DON’T like people PLAYING with MY BOOKS.

I was kind of thinking the same thing because schools don't seem to be doing so well, but the way its proposed sounds sketchy as hell.

The wedding was before my time but the timeline of Diana’s marriage and the birth of her kids was almost exact as my mom had with us.

I am NOT apologizing for serial harassment I am just relaying a story.

It never crossed my mind to ask what my fiancé (now husband) thought of marital rape/coercion/husbandly right would be. Most of that shit was figured out pretty fucking early on as to what was acceptable to me and what kind of person he was and what the consequences would be. It didn’t hurt that we were friends years…

We do that in California too, or at least everyone I know does. Someone always has a beach house or boat that you will inevitably borrow for a weekend/week/summer. Usually in July. We even rented a houseboat for a few weeks. Seems normal when you live near enough to water (and are middle class and up).

I knew a girl who hid her pregnancy until delivery. I don’t know what she would have done if the pain of labor hadn’t driven her to seek medical help but I seriously doubt she would have turned the baby over to a safe location (anonymously or not). I don’t even want to imagine where the baby would have ended up.

We say ‘boo’. It started as a joke and by God it fucking stuck. It's embarrassing but I can't stop. It was originally boo-nana like a ghost banana but then it got out of control.

If a child is in my presence (and poorly parented if parented at all) for longer than 5 minutes I always give them a ‘job’. We play ‘fun games’ like BROOM, DUST, SCRUB, and once a game called ‘polish’ wherein I taught the child the joys of polishing my boot. **Tiny hands are much better at brushing the stiches and…

Some people aim to please, I aim to skeeze. I don’t feel ‘heard’ until I’ve said something awkward or disturbing...it’s my thing. Probably because I’ve never been good at sports. Or dancing. Or singing. Or standing upright without tipping over with no known provocation.

I know, right?!

That’s why the ‘cool cat’ bachelors called them ‘thigh openers’ .

Long before my time but from what I’ve heard quaaludes were big thing in the 70’s. Drugs and sex go together quiye, probably even more so with date rapists.

Goddamn you.

I agree about the coquettishness of panty as opposed to underwear. I have ‘period underwear’ but consider my day to day stuff ‘panties’ probably *because* of the distinction of my ‘period underwear’ being pretty utilitarian whereas my panties are just pretty altogether. I never really noticed I considered them…

What are we supposed to call them if not ‘panties’?! That’s all I’ve ever called them...I promise I’m not my grandma, she used to call them underpants (or occasionally just PANTS. It was very confusing).

I tried to show this article to my husband and he got ‘sniped’ and snapped at me. This all seems to be in order.