Did they use the saw, or the electric torch? My wife got the latter for both kids. The smell of burning human flesh is...memorable.

I guarantee you that if I had pushed a human being out of my vagina, I would never stop going on about it. ‘Hey, remember that time when I pushed a human being out of my vagina? A WHOLE HUMAN BEING. OUT OF MY VAGINA.

Like, human beings grew inside you. You are a person factory!

One out of my vagina and one ripped out of my guts after I was sliced open while awake. This will never stop blowing my mind.

Jesus Christ, what a bunch of butts. I don’t have kids and I don’t want kids and I don’t really like kids but I do my best to nod along supportively when people talk about their kids or show me pictures or whatever because that is basic human courtesy and also I guess it’s really nice that people love their kids? It’s…

Question I often ask myself here. So, how does one even get in the black anyway?

My mom had an abortion about 5 years before I was born. I didn’t “dodge” being aborted. She was financially insecure and with an unstable man. Had she not had an abortion, I’m sure I would not exist. A few years later, she met my dad, got married and had my sister and me. I seriously doubt it would have worked out…

I remember my Mom talking to me about abortion and why she was against it. She said to me, “what if I aborted you?” and I said, “who cares? I wouldn’t be here to care.” And I meant it.

From where I stood/stand the stigma surrounding the procedure was infinitely more traumatising than the actual, medical portion. Mine was early and had no complications; the staff at the clinic were attentive but not codling. The doctor was professional. Everything was “normal.” Except for the looks on the faces of…

I love this so much. It is basically a perfect PSA since it normalizes abortion and it tells such an unremarkable story and that is SO important. Good for her for being brave and speaking up-something that ideally we should all one day feel alright about doing.

I thought I didn’t have an embarrassing dance story, but this reminded me. I was in fifth or sixth grade and went to a friend’s birthday slumber party. There were probably 10 girls there total, aged about 11 years. The night was mostly normal until about midnight, when someone suggested we change the music. They…

Oh, she went off to college and went kind of lesbian-ish, and they kind of sort of broke up after she had this brilliant idea that they should spend the summer on a fishing boat in Alaska-Mister Tea cannot swim by the way, told her so and that apparently pissed her off. I finally got up enough nerve to call him and…

But now I need to know how his girlfriend got out of the way so you could finally get to him!!!!

In 8th grade I had this HUGE, world-shaking crush on a junior - he was my friend’s boyfriend’s older brother, and he was SO cute and SO nice, played guitar in a band (my small town was a cultural desert so this was a big deal) and he liked the same music as I did (early 2000s emo... V cool). Basically I transformed…

Stories like this make me glad I missed 7th grade entirely due to Cancer. You hear that public school? I’d rather be in the hospital getting treated for Leukemia than deal with your shit!

This wasn’t really embarrassing to ME but my husband was the one who did the embarrassing so maybe it sort of counts...

For the love of God I hope this finally un-gray me!

I spent a good portion of middle school faking sick to avoid the group of mean girls who I used to be friends with when they suddenly decided I was uncool. It turns out, (because my mom kept dragging me to the doctor) that I actually had an enlarged liver, whatever the hell that means, but it kept me out of school…

I’m so late to this that I’m sure no one will even see it, but...

8th grade prom. Super shy and super in crush with a guy on the football team. We had this thing going all through seventh and eighth grade where we kind of eyed each other but never did anything about it. Our friends would egg us on but this just made it even more embarrassing and awkward. So. The 8th grade prom. Do…