Totally. But there’s a very clearly demarcated line between “this is what human beings look like in this particular garment” and “hold my lollipop while I peel off these thigh-high tube socks for you.”

“Many years ago” like when receptionist was one of the few jobs available to many women?

I’m going to blow your mind here — what you have personally experienced doesn’t actually encompass everything that exists in the world.

...And that was the last time I saw my mother!

I’ll totally come over and break his kneecaps if you want.

“I have had 5 kids and I am not as fat as you” my mom to me at the first xmas I brought my husband to. She then attempted to make out with my husband in the bathroom and when he rebuffed her, asked her boyfriend to kick his ass. She was not drunk.

I was about 12. My dad had buddies over to watch hockey or some such. I was asked to bring snacks, etc. into the room for them. One or two of them made digs at me about having “small tits”. My dad agreed with them, and some other sort of joke was made. My face burned, and something inside me broke. Totally stopped…

My grandfather once told me it was a shame I wasn’t as pretty as my older cousin because “then you’d have something to bring to the table.” I was 10.

One day I came home from school in tears because some other kids had called “fat” and “gross”. I asked my mom if I was pretty (still crying) and she nonchallantly answers with “well honey, some people just aren’t that lucky.”

Oh, my father used to bag on my long-ass eighties metal hair all the fucking time. And so did all of his drunken asshole lodge-brother pals, too. “Jesus Christ, what’s with yer kid’s fuggin hair dere, he one-a dem dere faggots?” and etc. I got the last laugh though, because every single one of those obnoxious jerks…