Just go to the bookstore and read it. if someone gives you a side-eye, just narrow your eyes then pretend to talk into the secret mouthpiece hidden in your jacket and look around conspiratorially.

Wait... can you actually use fake names to file?

THERE ARE NO BIT PARTS WHEN IT COMES TO YOUR BITS

We need a nicer term than “roast beef curtains.” Pleasure drapes? Vagina Valance?

spandex burger

Long labia haver here. I have never not once felt uncomfortable with my crotchal area in yoga pants. Literally everyone in my yoga class is packing a spandex burger. Doesn't matter.

I was so into punk rock I was obviously really cool okay.

When I was 13 I thought I was really cool cuz I was hangin out with these 16 year olds that had their licenses and I didn't have a curfew so I could stay out with them all night. And one night they decided we were going to drive to Ann Arbor at like 3 in the morning and I thought it was SO COOL. Then they listened to…

You’ll probably like this, then: One time, after a song ended - likely Thunderstruck, which was his entry point into their catalog - he said, “You can’t understand what he’s saying because he’s saying it in a cool way.”

Kidz Bop will never hold a candle to MMC—especially this performance of Prince’s “I Feel For You” by Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears. (You’re welcome.)

My 5-year-old, inexplicably, loves AC/DC and asks for it every time he rides with me. With air guitar and rock faces in the back seat. It makes me happier than just about anything else.

I wouldn’t, but I don’t have that mullet requirement because John Stamos.

I may be a mess hall but Bobby is a monster for making me choose between Julia and Heath or Julia and Richard. Monster I say!

I got Dennis Quaid’s Napa Valley Kitchen from Parent Trap and this is most correct! Also:

Such a sweet story. Right before my grandfather died, he lost the ability to identify family members or know where he was. However, he could quote the Yankees box score from a week prior and loved to tell stories about watching the Bombers with his brother as a kid. There was something about the Yankees of that era…

My grandfather passed away a few years ago from Alzheimer’s. He was a Yankee fan for most of his early life, but abandoned the team when Steinbrenner took over and tried to alienate Yogi Berra, who was his favorite player.

Reminds me of when Abed tried to solve, once and for all, whether or not Nicolas Cage was any good.

Iconic. I love Courtney. I’m still pissed we haven’t gotten that memoir she promised us.

I wonder if switching to the Mirena would help?

I’m 5’4”. My husband is 6’5”. We bought our bed specifically because it’s exactly his pelvis height. Just saying — shop wisely.