I never had much in the way of eyebrows to begin with, and lost most of what I had to ‘90s brow trends. This chick’s “after” is my wildest dream.

Clearly you weren’t a teenager in the ‘90s. It’s been over 20 years, and no, they haven’t. 

As a fellow government employee (local, not federal) I’m not surprised. The whole attitude of “we want you to be safe, but here’s all the things you have to do that will make you unsafe” seems to be a feature, not a bug. Many of us where I work could very easily be working from home right now, but the powers that be…

I live about 15 minutes from where this happened, and can confirm. I regularly see cars held together with duct tape around here. 

I feel this. I’m also very introverted, and while I miss going to movies and eating in restaurants, I haven’t grown tired of essentially being stuck in the house with my husband every weekend. It’s a good thing we really like each other. 

Same. I was 13 when this movie came out, and I saw it in the theater with my best friend. No parents. We were both typical ‘80s kids who’s parents let us watch whatever horrific slasher movies we wanted, so we were pretty desensitized. I can still remember how terrified we both were by that stupid simple glass of…

“I like cartoon characters that DON’T get their biscuits burned.”

Jesus, the bug-eyed one is giving me Mac and Me flashbacks. 

I think I have that dream about trying to find a bathroom or a toilet that isn’t publicly exposed once every few months. It’s always frustrating and weird.

My dad spent half his life battling primary progressive MS, so I know how hard it can be. Hang in there-I hope the infusions help, and you get some relief from the tooth pain sooner rather than later. 

I grew up in the country, and my babysitter during the summer months had chickens, including one huge Foghorn Leghorn rooster that was a real asshole. One day when I was 8 or 9, I was being a smug little shit, blowing raspberries at the rooster, when he flew at me with his spurs. I was standing on a small incline at…

Pretty sure I have that same trunk (and yep, still in good shape). 

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…