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I nagged my husband for years about getting tested for sleep apnea. Drinking, no drinking, he can bring down a house with his snores. I got a bad cold last fall and not even earplugs could keep him out. I was so exhausted, I slept in another room. I think waking up without me next to him (and my subsequent

My mother is similar. I’m a huge disappointment to her. She always made me feel like there was something “wrong” with me because I couldn’t be who she wanted, but I also credit her with my ability to cope/camouflage so well. My survival depended on it. I’ve suspected I’m on the spectrum for a few years now, but I’ve

If they’re smart, they’ll make the Justice League movie Wonder Woman 2 and then make Wonder Woman 3 (but call it WW 2).

Whenever I get a “compliment,” I reply with a simple “I know” and listen to them lamely try to take it back as I saunter away.

This is my favorite part of the story because it’s so relatable.

Exactly. My husband is pretty short, but no one could ever accuse him of having “short man syndrome.” It has nothing to do with size and everything to do with taking your insecurities out on other people.

I realized this very thing the other day after recently being insulted— Men who are in no position to talk are the only ones to criticize my looks/appearance to my face, completely uninvited. It all boils down to their insecurity and a pathetic need to “put me in my place.”

As someone who frequently gets asked to sing at weddings, I have to agree. The songs some couples pick are truly awful. In my head, I think, “Did you even look up the lyrics before asking me to learn this?! It’s clearly about a stalker creeping on some poor woman!” (for ex., Marry Me by Train)

I’d agree with you, but I highly doubt this guy would ever ride the bus.

I took a picture of your sign at the Seattle march! <3

There were several men at the show I worked at that were not chaperoning children. They came early for the meet and greet.

And the other 5% is made up of old men.

Her music is pretty good and she’s a talented performer, but I’m so over the sexy baby schtick.

This happens to me at work all the time, so it’s a constant balance of standing up for myself while still being customer-service-polite. What’s been working lately is when I see them coming in to touch, I dodge them by taking a step away. Decent (but oblivious) guys will stop in their tracks, though I did have a dude

Hey, Sean? Jimi didn’t hit women. That would be your dad.

Married, ring-wearing woman here. The ring doesn’t always work. Certain men do not care.

I work in a bar, but without the benefit of having the counter separate me from the public, so people (who don’t know me) try to hug me all. the. damn. time. I say no thanks, but then they act all butthurt. I don’t want a hug! I don’t care what you meant by it!

For the price, I really do love the Karaoke Songstress Jeans from ModCloth. They’re high-wasted, super flattering, and available in a few different colors. Notably, these pants have functional front pockets, which I’m sad to say are hard to come by. If you’re 5'4" and under, the ankle-length is perfect.

For the price, I really do love the Karaoke Songstress Jeans from ModCloth. They’re high-wasted, super flattering,

I think the only person you (universal-you) are required to forgive is yourself. Abusers are great at making you feel like you did something to deserve it and that feeling is only reinforced by all the abuse-/rape-apologists who like to make excuses for the people who (repeatedly) hurt you. So I only believe in

The day my mom joined FB was a bad day because I knew it was only a matter of time before she used it to try to control me.