When I moved to a new city a decade or so ago, my first real relationship to the place I had plopped myself down in was to the clerks at the corner shop in the neighborhood. We chatted every morning when I got my coffee, we practiced our various foreign languages on each other, they would ask about trips I had taken…

Pretty much THE rule of firearm safety is: don’t point your weapon at someone unless you intend to kill/harm it/them.

ding ding ding, winner winner winner!

In the world of gun safety (I know, I know, who DOES that anymore): You never point your gun at anyone you don’t intend to kill/harm.

Pretty much.

This was also bothering me. I was like WHERE DID 9 GO

I was forced to watch this because my husband and phone ::eyeroll::

Since it was like a sea of white people, likely tested on a sea of white people....

This whole comment section is me making horking sounds.

Especially when the male designer tends to be THE definition of ‘plus sized’ Ok dude with a 40 inch+ waist, don’t be telling the woman who counts how many almonds she can eat to ensure she can keep doing what she does for a living, that she is ‘too big’.

For the pants thing-if you become an employee of a land based agency in the federal government, you too can wear the world’s most strangely designed pants. While strangely designed, they will fit your measurements (or close). My first pair of pants had a 27 inch waist and 42 inch hips! I’m pretty close, but man. It’s…

I know! I think it’s so crazy the dichotomy between the judges/Tim Gunn and the designers! The ‘show’ itself seems so forward about it, but then they get all these designers who blooowwwwww about making clothing from anyone who isn’t going to be on a red carpet. It makes me stompy.

I know. It’s so bad. Two weeks ago where the one was having a melt down I hadn’t been paying enough attention to actually know who she was dressing. Then I saw the model and was like ‘I AM THE SAME SIZE AS THAT MODEL. WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK’

It might. It might not. Experiment. Mine seems to be very tied to my gut health, as when I was diagnosed with celiac and got through the healing period for my intestines, my dermatitis almost disappeared. There are SO many causes for dermatitis it becomes really individual.

Oh, watch the current season of Project Runway. The show runners do fine with the premise of having models of all sizes (they essentially go ‘here’s what normal America looks like. Make clothes for them). But the designers. fuuuckkkkk. They are so bad. All the terrible euphemisms. ‘Plus sized’ for women who are my,…

At least that would have at given me two seconds of hilarity during my month having a GIANT SPLEEN of listening to my doctor tell me I had a ‘fabulously sized spleen’. And then I would have cried because laughing hurts really bad when your spleen is the size of a football.

Me too. Terrible terrible skin as a teenager. Went on hormonal BC, it went away, almost instantly. Have changed bc through the years, kept hormones when I get my IUD (mirena) to keep my crippling cramps from returning, but also for the benefit of keeping my skin clear.

The main difference is that twilight seems to present the relationship as completely normal, fine, and acceptable. Secretary brings full upfront that this is somewhere on the line between creepy relationship and ok fetish.

No we got to the sparkle. I think that may have been the breaking point. Or when it was so painfully obvious that Robert Pattinson hated this film just as much as we did.

This scenario is preeeettttyyy much how my friends and I in college got kicked out of the first Twilight movie. Except we went out for a ‘fancy’ dinner that our collective parents had pooled together as an ‘end of semester treat’, got trashed (Thanks everyone’s mum and dad!) then went to Twilight and mercilessly…