Tenure track is only halfway to the finish line. Can you imagine the dead end if you don't get it? We know a couple of people ...

All undergrad loans, alas. We probably won't have kids because his job is just too demanding and I don't want to be a single mom most of the time (I've always been ambivalent about kids, as has he, so it's not a crisis). His job is a never-ending hustle and grind. While the pay is better than I'll ever make, for all…

HA! I honestly leaned in and stared at it for like two minutes, furrowing my brow. Thanks weird photo for pushing me that much closer to Botox.

That makes way more sense. :-)

I'm so confused. What is that nosing its way up that woman's crotch in the first pic? Please tell me it's not a dog.

I'm actually surprised that VS had such a lackluster response. Right before my wedding, the morning before flying out in fact, I went in to exchange a too-small negligee I got at my bridal shower. I experienced really awful customer service in this particular store (I'm not a frequent VS shopper, so I can't compare…

Yes, we have quite a few friends still doing postdocs years later or settling for research and teaching jobs that they are totally overqualified and underpaid to do. Even my husband, who got offers from two of the three top schools in his field, has been wondering if maybe academia wasn't the best option. But then I…

Maybe it's for the best. My husband is tenure track and he might as well have sold them his soul.

Unsurprising though that the word "effeminate" is just another way to call a man less than a man. Because being anything like a woman is inherently less than.

That Charlie Brown candle!

It's like Mad Libs actress interviews.

Lupita can have EVERY cover as far as I'm concerned.

Hooray! Quite frankly I lost interest in ladymags long ago because the same ol' celebs were always on the cover in some weird rotation between publications.

• Crying while huddled in the clawfoot tub because Kinja knocked me back into the gray for no apparent reason.

I don't know if such a thing actually exists. I've heard of it, I've even signed up for what I thought was a "stop junk mail" list, but I still get it.

Yeah, she probably had a mail slot or something. Then again, there are so many missing details — didn't the company she worked for send anyone? — that there's gotta be more to this story.

Their tees/hoodies/leggings are so great, but the rest of their clothing makes me cringe. Then again, I'm not itty-bitty or hip. And I could find similar styles at the nearby Goodwill if I were so inclined.

Maybe she blocked junk mail. I hardly get any snail mail cause I do all online pay. If I didn't have magazines and checks coming in, I might not get any at all.

At least she didn't have cats?

One of my fave film promo items I got while at a newspaper was a pair of super-tight men's Speedos with "Sexy Beast" emblazoned across the ass. My husband wears these for me on occasion and woo boy.