I want to snark and make some silly comment about how I’m renouncing my internet presence for a more serious life of scholarly contemplation and that I’m actually a 75-year-old married housewife, etc...

Eating cereal is the same level of public health issue as smoking?

it isn’t unreasonable for someone to comment that dyes aren’t really healthy for the baby

It’s amazing what people will say. My poor sister craved Burger King at the end of a difficult pregnancy. Like, she would smell it cooking and cry. One woman feeding the same fast food to her own preschoolers loudly lectured her in the line at Burger King about how it was awful she was doing that to her baby. People…

Ok! (All names changed to protect privacy) When I was 11, my very good friend Jane passed away after an awful several year battle with cancer. Among our group of friends, I was the only one who stuck around (not blaming anyone, we are in 5th grade, ffs) at the last painful bout and I held her hand at hospice hours…

Oh God, I have a huge embarrassment squick and that movie makes me so embarrassed for the actors that in some ways it’s worse than some other movies on the list.

I used to do important commentary and analysis when I played this at the store. (I would pause and explain and yell a little and that was my shtick.)

yeah, the whole point of “fun” scares is they consist of eerie, unworldly things, like ghosts and boogeymen. Being followed and creeped on is much more, “well, must be Tuesday.”

One of my worst experiences was a class trip where we drove in one of those big tour bus things and we watched movies on the way down. For some awful awful reason they put Saw II on. I was captive! I tried to ignore it but my eye would still catch it, and I couldn’t not listen to it (very loud and my ancient CD…

Everyone involved in this commercial is stupid. They could’ve marketed a bunch of their products while not using the tired “men like big tv” trope:

I never get invited to the good parties.

Re: the catty drama

I’ve been waiting years to tell this story on this thread, from waaaaaay back when I was a nameless lurker. (well I still kind of am :))

A few bits of background are necessary for my story, so please forgive the long preface. I promise there’s not a “and I said to the cabbie, yo homes, smell ya later” at the end.

My grandmother lives in Illinois, just outside of St. Louis. Whenever she goes to visit the family homestead, she takes the longer route. It never occurred to me to ask why, even though it’s a 20-30 minute difference.

The reason for her avoidance of this one particular route is my mother. The year that she became…

My story won’t win any prizes and will probably sit spookily in the grey for a while, but, I’ve always liked it, and will share it anyway.

I am unsure how to start this story because it has a lot to it so bear with me.

I’ ve always been weary of the supernatural, anxious to find a reason behind the phenomenon, if only to keep myself from getting too scared. I have no logical explanation for what happens in my house. When we moved in, my oldest was 2. His bedroom closet has a small door in the back leading to the attic. My husband…

I don’t see anything wrong with that. Some people go their entire lives and never figure out their true passion. There is no set process, or instruction manual for figuring out what you want to do and how to do it.

I second this. Chick tracks and those fucking fake twenties.