Slammin’ Ass Jean is my favorite Bowie song.
Slammin’ Ass Jean is my favorite Bowie song.
Daintily... You’re going to daintily start using “I have to go home and write some letters” as your new excuse. And now you’re perfect.
The crux of being a girl. As a gender, we experience crummy things and have weird expectations put on us. To cope, we bond over those things. But that creates a weird space for those that have been fortunate enough to not experience the negativity, because if you’re not grossly sexualized too young or do not have an…
Oh I’m totally oblivious too (possibly hideous additionally, but oblivious to that as well). I don’t normally think that’s a good thing, but I feel kind of fortunate in this case.
Part of it is probably that I’ve always looked a decent amount younger than my actual age. And even though my chest developed a little on…
Was that meant as a response to me?
My comment was that the comparison was ridiculous and inane (made only worse by implying that only men are fired and only women are raped).
It’s hard to imagine that there could be a more stupid sentiment than equating being fired with being raped. Yet the author finds a way by implying that being fired is the male equivalent to being raped when neither experience is gender specific. I can’t imagine a male or female victim of rape who would describe the…
I honestly don’t understand the frustration any more than I understand the fascination. Maybe it’s that they don’t exactly offend me. Yes, they’re everywhere (which I don’t fully understand, but obviously it’s important to someone). I just find them beyond boring, but there are a million boring things around me every…
I LOVE this! I’m going to start saying it facetiously to people who use specious reasoning to justify why they’re butthurt about nonsense.
Grover has always been my favorite. That is all.
They love what they love. And it’s great to let them have their own stuff. But keep immersing him w the cool stuff too. It sticks a little here and there, and over time they eventually cultivate really awesome taste.
I’ve never liked that argument anyway. First very few people sign up to be a celebrity specifically. Many sign up to be an artist, and if they find success celebrity is often thrust upon them regardless of their level of desire to be one. But even to the people who argue that knowing that celebrity comes with success…
Yeah, I’ve had similar experiences. My ex was always trying to keep his weight down, so he’d always order diet soda. I’d always order regular. I’m a stick, but even if I was just trying to be health conscious I’d prefer a water to a diet anything, because I hate artificial sweetener. Yet there were many times where…
Many, many contracts do indeed say "may refuse service for any reason." The only thing that really falls outside of that legally is refusing service based on things like race, creed, gender, etc.
First off YAY Broad City!
Yuuuup. There's a huge difference between awereness and application.
*they're (I was sleep deprived that day, but man that bugs me)
Yeah, sitting in the aisle seat never bothers me that much unless said person is acting like a jerk about letting someone sit next to them. I totally get it.
I *hate* the time change, but I wish it was the daylight savings time schedule we stuck with. Mornings suck anyway, and for the most part it gets light pretty early on either schedule. But I absolutely hate coming home from work and feeling like it's midnight well before 6pm.
You pose a good question. I think it always comes down to likability. I don't know these sisters, and to be fair I honestly don't think I could pick Kendall Jenner out of a line up (and I'm a lot more familiar with her through general pop media). But based on the article and comments, it seems like people just like…
I think generally you're right, but I don't agree that it can never work. I think you have to take time apart to heal on your own, and then I think you have to be realistic about what type of friendship you can have. And even then it's a crap shoot, but thus far I'm a part of a contradictory anecdote.