Oh, look, it’s Friday evening. The right time to ugly cry my way through a bottle of scotch.

Crying buckets on a train between Sweden and Denmark. Seems appropriate.

Oh great, now that you realized that and made me realize it, we’re disappearing! UGH.

I’m a woman, and I am pretty sure I don’t exist. I’m a figment of the men of the world’s imagination.

Hear, hear! However, let’s take this one step further. I would go so far to say that WOMEN are a myth. I mean, I’m not a woman. Therefore, are there women? I find this so called “women exist” narrative just doesn’t hold water.

Not fair.

I know, I looked at that first sentence and thought, how about "I don't usually wear makeup at all, due to…" "…the fact that I am just naturally a perfect-looking human"?

I recently bought My First Highlighter. It's Becca, the liquid version. I use it at the top of my cheekbones. Is this correct? Where else should I put it?

I have read a bunch of analyses of this scene this weekend and a few months ago after I read the book and no one seems to bring up the thing that bothers me the most about this whole thing.

It’s like Crap Museum Exhibit From a Dude.

I love this. My daughter loves the color pink but she also loves vehicles, dinosaurs, and science. I usually just buy her clothes from the “boys” section and honestly I think gendering clothes for little kids is dumb, but I’m all for campaigns like this for girls.

Will somebody PLEASE find me a GIF of Roger from Mad Men asking Peggy for coffee during the secret move to their own company, and peggy very casually answering “no”. I believe its Season 3, episode 13.

It's not late, it's just been percolating.

It is such a corporate American view, most Americans do not have paid time off or even get paid sick days (some do not get any sick days) and do not even get me started on lack of paid maternity leave, in America i did not have a life outside of work and i hated it. To me that is American exceptionalism and it is not…

I'm recently divorced and living alone for the first time ever. It's AMAZING. My ex husband was super critical and I am experiencing freedom like I've never known.

I didn't say you believe everyone's pain is equal. The part about the hierarchy of pain in my comment is directed towards the poster above you who made the comparison about broken arms. We can agree to disagree whether your experience is relevant or not. You feel it is, I feel it is not. And a family memoir, to me,…

Around age 7 I was obsessed with Transformers. When my parents bought a Suburban I was convinced it was Optimus. I would lie down in the third row and talk to him. We were going to get married.

I'd switch #2 and #3 but yeah, you nailed it. Anyone who says Thin Mints should not be #1 is wrong and should be banned from commenting and Girl Scout Cookies.

Its time for the moderate whites to start taking some responsibility.