I’ve always been 99% sure I didn’t want kids, but I knew I was 100% sure when I learned I needed a hysterectomy (huge fibroids that were causing multiple issues and would more than likely return if I didn’t get rid of that damn uterus). The second my doctor told me I needed to get rid of that organ, my brain went “YES!…

Meanwhile I have coworkers who feel the need to stay home when their 15 year old has a cold (probably just an excuse to take a sick day TBH).

Most of the helicopter parents I know won’t even let their 13-year-olds be at home alone for a few hours; being responsible for another kid would definitely be out of the question. When I was a kid in the ‘80s I was home alone every day for at least three hours starting at the age of 10.

Killing Eve is so fucking good (and so is the music). Why aren’t more people talking about it?

Preach. It makes me look dead. I’ve only seen a handful of people who look good with that color.

My then boyfriend/now husband was a dead ringer for A.J. in high school, even had the same haircut. We still celebrate Rex Manning Day every year.

You’re so right. I’ve always been jealous of the eyeshadow and lipstick shades that women of color can pull off. I would love to wear all those crazy brights but I have “always needs the lightest shade of foundation” skin and I end up looking like a six year old that found her mom’s makeup kit.

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.