Bad, very bad. Looks good on no one!

CROPPED FLARES?! Burn it to the fucking grounddddddd.

I’ve been on board with wide-leg pants for a while (jeans are a different story), but my biggest problem is the fucking crop. WHY are all these pants cropped mid-calf?! It looks awkward and terrible on everyone, but particularly me because I am short and have ankles like tree trunks. Make pants normal length again I…

I literally just wrapped the Wolf Hall set, and enjoyed the shit out of them. I’m on a kick now, and back to Phillipa Gregory to scratch the itch, but after Mantel it just feels fluffy and gossipy. Anyone have any good recommendations for an impromptu historical fiction thread?

My spouse and I (7 years next month!) watched both seasons of these shows together. It was a learning experience to see how other couples communicate. Sometimes (especially in Season 1), the couples’ issues helped us feel better about our stuff by comparison. “At least we’re not like THAT!” At other times, exact…

When I adopted my dog, the shelter told us she was “aggressive.” I’ve had her for four years now, and she’s never bit anyone on my watch (I can’t speak to her life before us, but it must not have been good, given her scars and deep anxiety and trust issues). To help her, we trained with a behaviorist for a year, and…

They also stopped the adoption of an actual human child because they wouldn’t be able to monetize it for a year. Not much of a stretch to imagine them putting a dog down because it was no longer convenient.

The training of an animal and a child in how to treat eachother takes more time and energy than this ‘influencer’ could deal with. That’s my take anyway.

My dog, Napoleon, had cancer and I eventually had to see about putting him down rather than let him suffer until he died naturally. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I felt his heartbeat stop when the Vet did it.

I knew I could not be alone in feeling that masks can be liberating. I love not feeling like I need to wear makeup, that i am protecting against sun damage, that i don’t have to fake smile at people, that the playing field has been made slightly more level because i know for a fact that pretty people get treated…

I love wearing a mask!  Men have stopped telling me to smile.

Ugh, I really really hope masks stick around in hospitals and doctor’s offices. How the hell did we ever sit in a packed waiting room with a fever or some other horrible ailment while also surrounded by sick people?

I really like masks so I can hide my reactions in public at work, can’t hide the eye rolling, but sunglasses help. I basically nod to say hi to strangers in passing, I guess that hasn’t really changed. 

“Simply put,” one woman said, “I’m sick of being perceived.”
That last part is too real.

I’m 50 and I would wear something similar.  Let people wear what they like.  It’s feminine and the style for the season.  

A lot of people wait for the kids to turn 18. It seems like kind of an arbitrary number, but I imagine in a divorce proceeding not having to deal with custody, child support, any of that is a big deal.

Oh my GOD! Not bread AND pasta!! The humanity! And then TWO WHOLE cocktails. “Off the rails” doesn’t really do this debauchery justice. She’ll never be able to steam the carbs out of her vagina, not even with help from her jade eggs. I hope she’s able to get her life back on the path of righteousness.

Instead of destigmatizing she basically judged and shamed people for doing it. But I know for people who don’t really drink the idea of having a drink a day is horrifying. I’m in the habit of having a glass of wine or a beer most evenings and my sister thinks it makes me an alcoholic.

TWO drinks a night? Someone call the Temperance League, I can’t unclutch my pearls.

You and your brother putting a guy in a Giants jersey in the hospital for parking in your shoveled out space while you were at the Ac-a-me, even though you put out a chair?