I call them oyster gloves but I'm not sure if that's the actual term. Oyster shucking is dangerous ass business.

That is a lot of projection and information for one short comment. ‘Losing one’s shit’ is a subjective term (obviously) and was made in a joking manner. I *think* I can safely say that if I was not high or in the midst of a mental break I most likely would have gone to the front desk and alerted them to a problem with…

The motto in my house growing up was ‘Jen has tiny hands...Jen check the disposal/lawn mower/mulcher...I think I dropped something.’

I use an oyster glove. I’ve literally caught my finger between the blade and the slide (at a stupid fast speed) and it didn’t even snag the knit.

When she first hid in the corner I thought maybe she was hiding from someone but as the clip progressed it just looked like someone losing their shit. Sad and scary to watch either way.

I can believe it, the pal I was with has skinny little arms and legs that feel like bone whips if she accidentally hits you. I can totally imagine hip bone cleavers. I’m short and slim, but ‘soft’ slim. I'm all boobs and hips but with a tiny waist and hands/feet. I'm pretty much the human equivalent of sexy veal.

Oh god. I don't want to get hit like that...I fell down trying to open a door on a really windy day. I am not sturdy.

That’s about my size only in a statuesque 5’1. Pretty petite though. I used to be kind of heavy so now that I’m only 103 lbs I get kind of thrown off about how NOT sturdy I am. In my head I’m still more load bearing.

A roller derby girl approached my best friend and me a few weeks ago and tried to recruit us. We are both tiny as hell and we’re kind of shocked because we are pretty sure they’d kick our asses but she said the little ones are usually pretty good at maneuvering around trouble.

My gardener and I do this for some reason. We just shout, point, and smile at things. Sometimes I write his check early or multiple times a month, sometimes he chops down my azalea tree...usually everything is fine but for some reason we think louder and more arm flailing and pointing will suddenly bridge the language…

I do. I stole my husband’s beard trimmer...it was a whole ‘thing’. Now he's over it.

I am fucking amazing with liquid liner and have NOT enjoyed Benefit’s push up gel at all...well I *do* like its matte finish but I didn’t find it quicker or easier. How far into your lash line do you go? Because I’ve found it nearly impossible to use if I want to draw into my inner eye. It’s maddening.

Before her very painful death from a brain tumor my (prior to sickness SAINT) mother became irrational and dangerous. When we got her social worker involved my mom (a funny smart charming woman in almost any situation) was able to keep it together for the TEN minutes the social worker spoke to her and we were denied…

I have been guilty of ordering medium rare steak with ‘lots of red’. I used to order ‘medium rare-pretty rare though’ and a server said: okay, medium rare extra red. So I thought that was the thing to say. Now I'm worrying that I've just been confusing the shit out of servers for years.

I get that crazy people are crazy and that racism and religion can often exacerbate certain conditions but I don’t get why bother homeschooling a child at all if NONE of their education is applicable in the real world?

My friend has perfected this really creepy full face smile that she does until they walk away. She's a beautiful girl but it really is just the creepiest look. Plus she can hold it for minutes at a time.

I don’t know. I have RFB and at least once a day (not a joke or exaggeration) a man will tell me to ‘smile!’ Or ‘you’re too pretty to be so mad’. Doesn't seem to stave off much conversation.

My anecdote doesn’t. It’s an anecdote in general about ‘unprofessional conduct’. Do you find anecdotal evidence providing or proving many facts? Because if that’s the case there’s an entire anti-vaxx movement that might blow your mind.

My former neighbor was being assaulted by her ex and a local (small town) police officer arrived on scene pretty quickly. He heard her screams for help and a physical altercation, ran into the house and stopped her ex from completing sexual assault (and possible murder? I’m not certain on the charge but she had clear…

I was very disappointed that my childhood as a cop’s kid never resulted in me single handedly fighting a terrorist bent on his vendetta against my dad or walk away from an explosion while looking cool.