These comments are all convincing me that as a short, fat, broke, "non-traditional" I'm definitely buying my dress online...

I'm right there with you. I'd give anything for my mom to be shoving her personal style on me at a dress shop, and be distracted by dresses she'd look good in.

me and my friends have been ruminating on something because my older sister is my the self-designated wedding planner (we have no mother so she's assumed a mother of the bride stance real well) and she's sort of more... lux-uptight-minimalism-sophisticated while I was like one more convincing convo from my fiancee…

my question to people who get lip expanding procedures: why do you do this when all you did was make fun of me for having big lips when I was a child? I hate you*.

you mean you don't like to wear garish bedazzled jersey tents shirts with rando ruffles on the sleeve? excuuuuuuuuuse me? don't you understand what plus sized meeeeeeeeans?

where did this happen I think I worked there

Oh she knows why. She KNOWS WHY and that is why she won't share what's in the email.

I hate her. I hate her so so so so much. I hate all of the people in my state who voted for her. I hate her inauthentic schtick, and her obnoxious hair, and most of all her politics. Also who the fuck gets that accent in Iowa aaaaarrrrrrgh.

not that anyone cares but that instagram pic of her makes her look EXACTLY LIKE MY FUCKING SISTER WHOA

Ah yes, the compassion and mercy taught to us by Jesus played out in real life!

What if I did this with my fiancee, but only to see if we can predict each other's answers.

Speaking of non-normative injury responses, I went to a school with a working farm and once at lunch the farm manager came in a little late and sat down at my table with some bandaging on his finger. We asked what happened.

One time a waitresses I worked with had a seizure and our bar tender was also a nurse and aided her and everything, but then the waitress was like "can I cash out first before you drive me to the hospital?"

I broke my toe kicking my locker in middle school. Because angst.

not me, frind. Not me.

No no no! Wait! Once at boarding school someone accidentally made a bunch of limeaide with salt instead of sugar and someone paid a Korean exchange student a $5 to drink a pitcher. And he did, all of it, non-stop chugging, and then said, "Tastes like the ocean. Tastes like home." :0

whenever I'm cooking something like, sort of thrown together or out of something questionable ingredient we need to use, before I'll taste what I've got going, I'll be like "Hey honey, does this need anything" and wait for her to tell me if I accidentally made poison. Then she'll be like, "um salt?" THEN I'll taste…

Makes me think of that episode of Torchwood with the sad giant alien beast...

My older sister keeps her liquid dish soap in the EXACT same type of vessel I keep my olive oil in. Perhaps it wasn't powdered laundry detergent, but liquid soap.

I can't comment on a lot of this (because as usual the articles on here about relationship politics are incredibly heteronormative, including implied narrow parameters for what counts as sex): I, oftentimes, derive non-sexual pleasure, (pride, a boost in self-regard, a feeling of warm intimacy, love, affection, all…