She was the best, though.

I think retirement homes can up wind up being particularly hs-y.

So are last-name nicknames though. I feel like how well a nickname fits a person is a better measure of its worth than how creative it is.

Ahh, growing up with older brothers.

Eh we have a friend we call London for similarly unimaginative reasons, but it fits him sooo much better than his given name. His fiancé goes by her last name, bc she has a very common first name. They even call each other by their nicknames. Sometimes, those things just *work*

Oh MAN I should have posted this one: When my great-grandma moved into her retirement home at age 92, a woman there was giving her shit about her short skirts and wearing white after labor day (to which my Nana said “haven’t you ever heard of winter white?”)

Smart kid. Gonna go far.

Which is generally weird bc like, Germany as a whole responded AMAZINGLY to their terrible history and in my admittedly limited experiences, Germans I’ve met have been some of the most liberal, open-minded people ever.

As a non-Zionist Jew, it is also totally possible to hate Netenyahu and everything he stands for and love Jews.

Brings me back a good 15 years...

Nail question! I usually either have bare nails or dark nails; since I wear a lot of sundresses when it’s warm, I tend to leave my nails unpainted in the summer. Are there good, not-too-light colors/patterns that work w the sundress thing?

Mine are as well. Which is weird, bc I have strong, lustrous hair and aren’t they the same thing?

Daaaaaaaaaamn.

Wait, how were you in a group with the TA? Were you both undergrads?

Poor Karly!

She sounds amazing. I hope people brought her cookies and flowers and bottles of expensive booze.

I was at a party, and it was the first party I’d been able to go to/drink at after a terrible four-month bout of mono, so I was ready to have fun. There was this guy there — the roommate of a friend who kinda tagged along when I invited her — who’d clearly been into me for a while. We had gone on a couple awkward…

EMILY THE STRANGE.

Sartorially, I dress how my 15yr0ld self WISHED she dressed. Converse with dresses, plaid, jeans that make my ass look amazing paired with dorky t-shirts. Look like a grown-up? Nah. Dress to impress a younger me? Hell yea.

My teenage self would be PSYCHED that I am a grad student who has friends and an apartment and drinks too much. She would be super depressed that even though I’ve had a lot of sex, I don’t have a boyfriend. She would be horrified that the boy she had just developed a crush on was a horrible, manipulative asshole to…