A few hours before this article was posted, the same author posted a piece on rosebudding. Everyone learned what it was and wished they hadn't. If you look at the articles by Shrayber between that one and this one, you'll see a lot of 'You know what you did's directed at him in the comments. He deserves each one. …

How unsurprising to see this kind of response is established behaviour for him.

I only found out about that spectrum a few years ago. My primary thought was, 'Huh. That could explain a few things.' Here's a pretty good diagram if you're curious. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/06/19/ase…

I had to look up who Matt Bomer is. He's very handsome but that doesn't do it for me. Not on its own, anyway. This isn't some weird twee version of a humblebrag from me, btw. I go so long without getting interested in anyone that I have wondered on occasion if I don't belong somewhere on the asexual/aromantic…

In addition to winning the genetic lottery on that round, you're also not featured in this mugshot for me to react to. I'm just identifying what it is about this one particular dude that leaves me in the 'not feeling it' minority.

The skin around his eyes is completely smooth and flawless. I just realised that's a big part of the giant 'NO' I see when I look at him: he has no smile lines. Not even a hint of them. That's definitely some of the uncanny valley vibe. I expect that's why my immediate visceral response (and even now, hours…

What a precious rosebud he is.

I gave the Mirena a try, but it wasn't enough to thin the uterine lining. After I went on the medroxyprogesterone, the change was amazing. I had reached my breaking point when I went to a job interview wearing only pads, and the interviewer kept talking and extended the meeting for two hours. I knew it was going to…

His features are so beautiful that he makes the full loop back to somewhere between 'eh, whatever' and 'actively off-putting' for me, too. There's nothing there that indicates the quality of character that brings The Sexy is present.

I totally had a ménage à trois with both Ben and Jerry last night by way of their newish Chocolate Peppermint Crunch. (I love mint ice cream in the summer. It's basically a double hit of cold salvation.) However, I am as lazy as I am content with my friendlessness: I used a fork because there was one nearby and I…

OMG. I started out with the Bride of Frankenstein streaks and then my hair inexplicably improved on that. I'm 41 and my hair is on its way to looking like an updated Cruella de Vil 'do. It's divided itself into alternating portions: bright white between my left ear and temple; untouched brunette from the temple to…

Bless the optimists of the world. Y'all are adorable.

That last bit got a massive sympathetic noise from me. Your poor kiddo!self, dealing with that stress and what surely must have been a fair piece of discomfort from that applicator.

My periods started escalating from twice a month to me bleeding for anywhere from 20 to 40 days at a stretch. They also got so heavy, I had to resort to wearing adult diapers lined with overlapping maxipads just to sleep two or three hours at a stretch without needing to change my linens over and over. My monthly…

That's actually all kinds of AWESOME for you. What your mother goes through during menopause is generally a good indicator for what you can expect. Based on what my mother acted like and all of the awful symptoms, my plan is to be put into an induced coma for about a decade so I can avoid that shit.

Truth.

No one has snarked on his body. They've commented on the unflattering qualities of the ...whatever that is, but aside from a single comment about being disturbed by the lack of pubic hair, the most anyone's had to say about the guy himself is a) his eyebrows are perfect and b) he — and anyone else wearing such a…

The author snarks on the outfit, not the guy's body shape or body fat or body hair. There is a difference between mocking a very silly, VERY awkward article of clothing and attacking someone you deem to have 'buckets of cellulite'.

Frankly, even double-sided tape between my legs sounds less appalling that wedging that thing into my bajingo and backside. At least I would have to worry about gravity and cruel, cruel physics betraying me.

I laughed out loud at the 'similar to a headband'. Now I want to have a few on hand for when someone asks if I have a spare scrunchie or hair elastic they can borrow. 'Yeah, here. It's similar to a headband.'