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Not ONE of the items you mentioned was designed specifically to tear through flesh and bone. Not one. Try again.

I wish! I went into the changing room with my husband and unsuccessfully fought back tears. I was already feeling crummy after gaining a few pounds and that did me in. The most ridiculous part? At the time I was trying to decide between a size 6 and 8. That's fat in LuluLand, apparently.

Late to this conversation and know that my comment will never be seen, but when I worked at a restaurant I was once ripped a new one by my boss for a bad review on Yelp. The reviewer mocked my dress and explained how rude it was of me to ask if I could move her crutches, which were on the floor, so that our servers

As someone who knew very little about her own body — never mind sexuality — because of an otherwise great mother who was uncomfortable discussing such things, I applaud you for your wonderful attitude. Lucky girl, your daughter. And she'll probably make much smarter choices about sex someday than I did because she's

Still, it's a really positive statement for breastfeeding that she is doing it there, relaxed and surrounded by people, allowing a photographer to capture the moment. I'm not a mother, and don't really have strong feelings on breastfeeding as such, but I certainly think all women are entitled to feel this comfortable

No, no, I just meant that the photo is interesting, at least to me, and isn't just a gratuitous shot of boobs and baby. She has all these people surrounding her, yet her face looks so peaceful, as does her baby. I don't mind photos if they are capturing an interesting moment like that. It's not because she's

I am grateful that this happened after one of my besties spent like two straight years talking about her engorged breasts and popping 'em out without a second's hesitation for her kid in public. I'm 100% on board with that, but relieved I didn't also have to experience her extreme boobage phase on Facebook.

I used to write for a major home design blog and the pay for contributors was laughable. Less than minimum wage, really, unless you were posting something quick 'n' dirty. There were occasional small bonuses for really popular posts, but that was considered subjective not based on numbers. Meanwhile, the guy who

This comment gave me such flashbacks. Oh my god, when I was young and pretty I used to get so much unwanted attention from men, no matter how glum I looked, maybe especially when, and heaven forbid I brushed them off while having fun with friends. Not the good, "you seem nice I'd like to date you" kind of attention,

I think pretentious is a little harsh. I can't get into Instagram either. I don't shun social media in general and am interested in my friends and culture. Just not Instagram for sme reason. The icons don't help.

When I joined Instagram last year, I got a bunch of "finally!" and "hooray!" messages from my friends, who apparently are really into it. Never used it again. Not once. Ah well.

I get ooshy gooshy around babies and little kids but STILL don't feel my clock ticking, and I turn 40 this year.

I just binge-watched it over a couple of months. It's a fantastic police procedural but it also looks closely at Mirren's character's life as she tries to fit in a typically male role (lead investigator) while eschewing traditional female choices like marriage and motherhood. Very ahead of its time.

Honestly wasn't trying to be rude, just very curious. Thanks for your thoughtful response.

I'm so pleased that I'm not the biggest prude on Jez. Seriously, breastfeeding makes you uncomfortable??? I'm typically pretty reserved on sex stuff but don't get the fuss AT ALL about breasts. (Also, in regards to your urination analogy, sometimes when I'm hiking I have to drop trou and pee. I try to hide behind

I actually have bear spray that I wouldn't hesitate to carry in my holster in a sketchy area, backcountry or urban ... rabid animals, rapists, same diff.

He also suggested I study Krav Maga. I doubt it makes him happy that he has to worry about his wife and his sister and his sweet little daughters.

My brother got this for me for Christmas. Once I got past its color — c'mon, pink? really? — I decided it's worth carrying. I'm also thinking about buying one of those self-defense keychain poker thingies. Pretty soon, I'll need a bigger purse to carry around all my keychain weapons. Fun. :-\

I'll own that I'm not actually asking out of curiosity thought I present it that way. I only ask people who casually mention something along the lines of "I decided to go gluten-free recently!" If they said their doctor told them to go gluten-free, I would never ask. If that makes me a jackass, so be it. A few people

That's nuts. It diminishes the experience of people who actually suffer from celiac or serious gluten sensitivity when everyone and their mother is suddenly gluten-free by choice. As I pointed out to some jackass who called me a jackass, calling the gluten-free diet a fad isn't insulting to people who have no choice