Tell her not to be ashamed when the comments start. Not to feel guilty, because the world is full of asshats. Tell her to support her friends that are going through this. Discuss appropriate and safe comebacks. And be sure to thoroughly and repeatedly discuss boundaries. It may feel daunting and scary to discuss…

Naturally loud as well, which was a huuuuge problem during teenage years and their dearth of appropriate sexy time places. If I hooked up in camp, half the camp knew someone got some. It’s not on purpose. It really really isn’t. And just like for aiur, it really takes a lot of the fun and pleasure out when I’m…

An opera singer/theatre actress lives above me. My building is old and has shitty sound insulation. My biggest issue with her is that at least once a week she’ll sing/practice after 11 pm, which = annoying. But holy balls, weekend afternoons, when the weather is nice and both of us have our windows open and she start…

Bohemian isn’t a slur, gypsy is. A lot of people use gypsy style as a synonym for bohemian style. And while not all Romani/Travellers are offended by the term, it is still a racial slur.

Also springs is nice and warm (except this year when we had snow in April, because global warming) and summers get toasty

Have you considered the "other Europe"? Like the Eastern part. I promise there's really pretty places to go and see. Shameless promotion here, but Transylvania can be pretty nice, especially if you choose the countryside (old medieval castles, organic food, old-timey rural life), or one of the bigger college cities,…

Here here! Also, Blackish and Fresh Off to Boat are absolutely delicious

That's one gorgeous photo!

Western Europe right? In my eastern neck of the woods people go full frickin' out. It's quite weird and unreal. Like they'll have a limo, and a light and smoke show for the couples' dance, but they be serving loads of dishes that are well, stuff that people in poor villages eat. because tradition. And if you don't…

Oh yeah, like my dad still sneers at my "funny diet", which is the only way I can have a semblance of control over my GI problems, which can become thoroughly debilitating. It doesn't matter that it's been going on for years, that I vent from doctor to doctor both through the public health system and fancy private…

Boyfriend insists he can't warn me beforehand. Which, most of the time, is fine, I usually just end up having giggle fits after he sneezes, because it's so ridiculous. I mean it sounds like the mating cry of a particularly vicious alien dinosaur predator with a deviated septum mixed with a bursting exhaust pipe. And…

So for the past few days I've been having fun at the office by having random bouts of puking. I forward this article to coworker, to which she zings in "wow...so that's why you're sick".