I need 20 oz. of coffee. More is possible. I guess that means I've only got 1 option.

I need 20 oz. of coffee. More is possible. I guess that means I've only got 1 option.

My only-watch-PBS-and-documentaries parents love this show, and it's only because of Viola Davis. I can't even remember another network show they have watched since M.A.S.H. Seriously.

OK, this isn't a ghost story but it is supernatural. It's my dad's story, and he is an avowed atheist and skeptic but he's had a few things like this happen to him, so I believe him when he tells me.

I just popped by to make sure the Leslie Knope gifs were posted. Thank you for not disappointing, Jezzies! XOXO!

I can forgive you with my heart while my money still holds a grudge. It's not like I don't have other, never-spewed-racial-epithets options for designers to patronize.

Yet another reason my 30s are awesome. I have zero fucks to give about and zero time in which to give said fuck about if I am a "cool girl" or not.

THANK YOU! I'm so tired of the "uh, look how cool I am, I have no idea who these people are!" comments. (the "uh" might be implied, idk)

TOO MUCH JEZZIE LOSS LATELY! ARRRH!

I'm sort of fascinated by the royals yet I still LOVED that Hilary Mantel piece. I read it twice, which took about a week, but TOTALLY WORTH IT. So good. I want more Cromwell too, Hilary! MOARMOARMOAR!

Our phone numbers are generally 3 digits then 4 digits for local numbers. However, in the age of cell phones and no roaming charges, people may have anything as an area code, which is an additional 3 digits before the first set of 3 digits I stated above. So here's how I do it:

imma tee inna win!!! imma tee inna win!

I was in a mentally/few incidents of physical abuse situation, so perhaps I can offer 1 nugget of insight. Women don't stay with abusers because the bad times are so bad. They often stay because the good times are really, really good. After a while, you get used to the roller coaster ride of the relationship. Put into…

That's my first time being called a troll, ok. Sorry that my comments were misconstrued. This issue is not an abstraction to me or my teacher friends; it is a daily issue in our professional lives. It's not about vulvas, you are right, I guess I was just trying to paint the picture for you of what I see/saw daily when…

But truly, how can this language be re-written? What could be modified or eliminated? I'm not being sarcastic; I'm genuinely interesting in finding a solution to this issue.

Students try to stroll into class in Hanes undershirts. I doubt you are wearing one of those, or if you are, it's got a cute blazer on top. Been there. Former educator.

How else could this be addressed? I'm not being sarcastic; I'm truly looking for help. (I've worked in high schools) How can schools write a rule that is meant to mean "wear some damn pants that cover your ass cheeks yet are not so short that you spend 90% of your day digging them out of your vulva"? Because that is…

I've worked at a high school and we targeted boys for saggy pants, tank tops (not allowed on either sex) and wearing pajama pants (both sexes!) Boys with vulgar t shirts were also asked to turn said shirt inside out or change.

In the middle of watching this movie in the theater with my girls, I turned to my husband and said, "Now we know what Disney will do with the Norwegian pavilion next."

I saw Gwen Stefani perform on a solo tour and a few days later she announced she was pregnant. I had no idea; she put on a heck of a show! If this is true—best wishes to Bey and Jay!

The black/white sheath with the silver rose bud brooch? I died. So.very.pretty!