Every fucking top is covered in ruffles this year. As a DD-haver, ruffles are the devil. Jesus christ, I just want a basic 3/4 sleeve cardigan that I can wear to work during this crazy in-between season. It shouldn’t be this hard.

Those pants are ugly as fuck. As are all the fucking off-the-shoulder tops covered in ruffles that they’re still trying to convince us to wear.

Thank you! Two years away from 40, woo-hoo!

As my birthday is tomorrow, I’m just gonna pretend that Jennifer Garner did this for me instead of Reese Witherspoon.

I do too. I have the “Gizeh” style Birks of these in black and am thinking of buying the olive-way cheaper than original leather Birks but just as comfy.

I have uber-sweaty feet and they really don’t seem to bother me too much, maybe because most of their flats have “ventilation” holes in the toe box. I do clean mine out with soap and water every now and then, as they tend to get a little funky over time. I love that they’re super easy to clean, I’ve even heard of…

I think the traditional clog-style Crocs are ugly as hell, but I live in Crocs flats and sandals in the summer. I have a wide toe box and have yet to find flats that are as comfy as those damn Crocs.

Great choice. George Harrison wrote some truly beautiful love songs post-Beatles that don’t get enough credit. We included “What is Life” on the CDs we made as our wedding favors.

Last week I drove behind a monster truck with a huge decal on the back that said “Shoot your local heroin dealer,” so I’m sure Trump’s base will be thrilled by this. There’s so many things wrong with this line of thinking that I don’t even know where to start.

I wish that had been the case at my school. It was pretty much me and one other girl in fifth grade (and unfortunately we weren’t friends). I think most of my friends had caught up with me by 8th grade, but by then I already felt like a freak for starting so much sooner than everyone else. Oh yes, the joys of trying…

Certainly not, just jealous of those who got to go through it at a later age. It’s even more alienating when you’re the only girl in your fifth-grade class who wears a bra and has to carry pads/tampons around.

As someone who got their period at 11 and had C cup (inching towards D cup) boobs in sixth grade, I envy those who got to wait until 8th grade to go through this.

What a beautiful girl. Give her lots of birthday kisses for me!

I graduated high school in 1998. We had a teacher that was notorious for fits of rage and would often throw things during class. I personally witnessed him throw his keys across the room, narrowly missing a student. If this man had been allowed to carry a gun in class, I’m positive someone would have ended up dead.

I have horrible under-eye circles, even when I’ve gotten plenty of sleep (fair skin and allergies are to blame). The only concealer I’ve ever found that REALLY works is Makeup Forever’s Full Cover Concealer. I don’t even bother trying others anymore; it’s the only thing that hides my allergy shiners. It’s nice not…

As a fellow member of the GCLCLRG community, the second I saw her wearing glasses I felt immediate validation, which was quickly followed by the knowledge that I will never look as amazing as Lupita in her specs and couture.

While I would love to see a remake, I shudder to think what Disney would do with the material. The ‘70's cartoon stayed true to the feel of the book, not glossing over the violence of the natural world. A Disney version would probably look like Hop or Peter Rabbit.

Same, right down to the callus bump. When I was in second grade my teacher made me wear a special slide-on thingy on my pencils to try to correct it. Never worked. The way I hold it just feels more stable to me. My mom is left-handed and sometimes I wonder if maybe I was mean’t to be.

Holy fucking shit. When I read the book I pictured Charlize Theron, but DAMN. Eva Green would be spectacular.