My now-husband and I moved into our first apartment in 2000. All of our “fancy” decor was bought at Pier 1, including a denim-ish upholstered mini-loveseat/fold-n’-fuck that I still have. I’ve only used the fold-out “bed” section once or twice, and it was the most uncomfortable sleep I’ve ever had in my life. And yep,…

No fucking doubt. I’m a Gen X’er who is often guilty of bitching about and stereotyping Millennials. But the amount of Gen Z’ers I’ve seen lately in interviews straight up saying “who cares, it’s only old people who are dying” with absolutely NO SHAME just makes me sick.

That’s certainly the impression they give off. Quite a few of them get together and do things outside of work on a semi-regular basis, and when we do the occasional after-work happy hour as a group it makes me feel even more isolated. There really isn’t any high school level clique shit going on, but sometimes I just…

I think my prior work situation is making this one seem worse by comparison as well. In my former office there was an equal mix of men and women, different personalities and ages, but we all got along so well. It genuinely felt like a family in a way. There wasn’t anyone in that office that shared my specific…

Glad to know I’m not alone here. :)

I also sometimes wonder if the age difference doesn’t play a role. I’ve always gotten along much better with people who are older than me, and only rarely do I encounter younger people who’s company I really enjoy. 

Agreed; I also don’t think it helps that I live in a fairly conservative part of the Midwest where many people don’t share my views or interests (lots of Trump signs around here). It’s just tiring always feeling like the odd man out with almost every group of women I’m around. I know getting out more and getting…

Do any of my fellow Jezzies have trouble relating to most women on a personal level? I recently attended a socially-distant get together with my co-workers, all of whom are women. We’re a small office, and most of them are anywhere from five to 10 years younger than me. We get on well enough as a group at work, but…

WAAAYYY too many people do this. I’m just so glad that I had the ability to be honest with myself and know that I didn’t have the patience, or even genuinely liked being around children enough to have any. 

When you have thick thighs and short legs, bootcut or flare jeans are always good. 

I was one of those kids who loved horses from the moment I first saw one, read every book about horses I could, and basically pestered my parents forever until they finally decided to buy me a horse (we lived in the country and our neighbors had horses, so they were confident they’d be able to learn from them). I…

I had a horse growing up too. The way Kim is holding her reins is hilariously bad.

Perfect comeback is perfect. 

Eegah! is a classic. For me it’s the Gumby “Robot Rumpus” short; I basically don’t stop laughing throughout the whole thing. The MST3K movie also holds a special place in my heart.

MST3K is one of the few things that have managed to make me laugh the last few months. It’s basically me and my husband’s go-to whenever we’ve had a rough day. 

Had mine taken out a few years ago, and was also left with one ovary (my giant fibroid basically ate the other one). It’s amazing how freeing life can be without periods. Although I must admit I was appalled to find out how many women asked me afterwards, “So... do you still have to worry about getting pregnant?” or…

I’m sure Trump is unaware that Petty wrote a song that disses him in the lyrics: “Take back that country club that Trump built outside my door.” It never fails to make me smile. 

I’ve never really understood why people thought Gwen Stefani was so amazing (though I was never a No Doubt fan). Shirley Manson is a cooler rock goddess in every way, and Garbage is a far superior band.

40 year old here. Though I feel like I must be at least 96 after reading this article.