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I wish most perfumes did not give me headaches. Maybe it's all the synthetics inside. I usually stick to just dabbing bits of pure essential oils (lavender, jasmine, rosewood, cedar/cinnamon in cold weather). I love me some good smells but my options are limited...


Another one of my favs is L'air du Temps. I love an eye-catching bottle!!!

I wore L'Air du Temps for years, more recently Layla. Both are what the author would probably call 'clean'. Oh, and when very young, Mugette (not sure of the spelling), or lily of the valley, which is the flower of my birthday month of May.

I've read that book, it's interesting but pretty dry. It's more an academic than 'reading for pleasure' kind of book. Maybe she's studying a course related to the subject?


FIERCE.

I always love to see a woman reclaim her mother fucking mo-jo. I hope she crushes that asshole in court. Good riddance!!

I'm definitely Team Kick An Abuser In the Balls, which is what she looks like she's suiting up to do.

Something about beautiful people who I know have been through terrible shit just makes me so sad. I'm not saying their appearance affects how sad it is, there's just something uniquely sad about the juxtaposition, if that makes any sense. It's a flowers-growing-on-the-side-of-the-road type thing.

Well, for starters he was the typical extremely self-impressed, Mr. Popular jerk-off. He wasn't nice to the poor kids or the uncool kids - he made fun of people all the time. The particularly awful thing I know of is that he was close friends with a guy all through school - like his entire life. The friend came out a

NIGELLA LET ME LOVE YOU!

I was diagnosed in grad school. (Women are WAY more likely to have inattentive-type ADD rather than hyperactive-type ADHD, so a lot of us learn to cover our symptoms through most/all of our education. Side note: when we talk about overdiagnosis of AD/HD and overprescription, we're talking almost exclusively about

Yes exactly. Add into that what a pain in the ass it is to have to go to the doctors office every goddamn month to get a script to take to the pharmacy because it is too widely abused to be able to have refills or the doctor call it in.

All I can say, as someone with ADD and a Ritalin prescription, is that it feels like all you neurotypical people who take Adderall or Ritalin are talking about some other drug entirely. What is this magical pill you're taking that gives you laser-like focus, energy, and a recreational high? All my stuff does is give

I feel like an ass saying this, but they all look alike to me. I felt like I was watching a video about half naked, dancing clones.

Stuff that goes on with no audience is sort of irrelevant to a discussion of something that is clearly performed and filmed with a viewer in mind. We have no actual idea who the intended audience is - gay men, straight men, straight women. There is no particular reason to assume a priori that the intended audience

Do you think they meant to be so subversive? In some ways this is a brilliant parody of the original - instead of women using heavy building equipment with dead eyes we have men doing domestic tasks and apparently having a bit of a laugh. Also - I'm assuming cadets means military? If so, this is the most fabulously

I had no idea I've been waiting my whole life for that

I'm not seeing much in the way of context here...but can we file this under "Straight guys doing Something typically considered really gay, but it's not gay because we're calling it male bonding"?

I'm enjoying the gratuitous crotch stuffing as well. Your junk makes a 4x4" pouch with no discernible VPL? YEAH, OK.