I used to get really hurt or frustrated because my husband came from a very fundamentalist Christian upbringing (heavens forbid he married a feminist atheist?!) and had lived an extremely sheltered and patriarchal life until me.

My husband used to ask why I didn’t just give guys dirty looks or tell them to fuck off too, until one day he came to meet me at the train and saw how aggressive and utterly scary some of these guys were. He apologized profusely and just kept muttering ‘I had no idea’. Now he’s hyper aware of when women and or men are…

I can’t tell if you’re joking/trolling/serious?

I noticed after posting:(

I thought Kate Hudson. Mostly based on the cut out, her new Disney boyfriend, golden girl reference, and the fact that she loves coke.

My neck hurts just watching this. Imagine what her back looked like after the continuous reverse belly flop impact. IMAGINE IT, dammit!

Is she aiming for full blown super villain or just a caricature of a Christmas movie antagonist?

My husband has/had a very specific idea of what he likes to wear or what he thinks is snazzy...most of the time he’s pretty good about his selections but every once in a while he chooses a questionable piece of ‘flair’ or the dreaded sweater vest of ‘09.

My husband and I picked out his tuxedo together (mostly just taking the advice of the tailor because what the fuck do we know? You know?) and then he went with his groomsman using his suit for a guide. My husband wanted to wear ivory/champagne tie/vest like me (because he wanted to look ‘special’ too) and black tie…

My husband wasn’t that unreasonable or cavalier (I’m not sure what the right word would be) about the restrictions and or limitations of certain places...he just had bad wedding taste. He went to the very expensive and ‘super fucking elegant’ wedding of a good friend a few years prior and basically wanted to copy…

Chips and queso or chips and onion dip. Salsa is a very common but specific item...I’ve never heard it referred to as dip. Dip conjures cheese, onion, spinach, ranch, or artichoke dip. I’m from California though so *maybe* we are just particular about salsa?

That’s clearly not the situation in this author’s article though. She had a caregiver on site and chose not to use the assistance. I can’t deny that the world is harder for women, mothers, low income people, and low income women of color with children (especially), nor would I try to deny that. The comments to this…

That's an Archer reference!

I’m 5’1 and climb on damn near every surface of my kitchen, plus I have a little step stool a drag with me everywhere. We inherited our house from my tiny Italian grandparents so most of our counters/sinks/showers/shelves are pretty low in comparison...even so many things are still too tall. Basically that just means…

I used to beg my babysitter to put my hair in a ponytail ‘like a big girl!’ but I never had enough hair...she would just gather the sides and clip it to the top of my head the a barrette wearing Pepples Flinstone.

Holy shit...is that true? Is that like a verifiable fact? Because that's just so awful. I never thought about that.

Nah, awful people and terrible things can ALWAYS be a little worse. It’s kind of hard to peak on evil.

If I am struggling or having a crisis, PLEASE send a check. I can use a check to pay bills or hire someone to help me...a cannot trade your ‘genuine’ visit for goods and services. I hereby allow all the world’s ‘fake’ friends to cal me and take care of me financially.

I knew a Kherridyne Khylee and a Gamantha (pronounced JAmanthA).

I’ve had this experience a few times...it seems less likely when I read books on my phone. For some reason staring at my phone screen earns more respect than sitting quietly with a book.