Briefly dated a guy who had three women’s faces tattooed on his ribcage. They really were his mother, grandmother, and aunt. But seriously, FACES! I was on my way back to Iraq anyway (small world - when were you there, and what were you up to, if you can talk about it? Maybe we crossed paths!) and knew we weren’t…

Her belly button looks.....unnatural. And I say that as someone who has such a shallow belly button that one of my roommates seriously thought I didn’t actually have one for a few months.

I love your last sentence, seriously.

My mom will be delighted to hear that Cajun people from Louisiana also do this. We will have to stop making fun of her now I guess!

Catholic here, so I missed Brio, thank Christ. But for a period in high school I dabbled in the hard-core-bordering-on-evangelical-aspect of Catholicism (a particularly compelling youth group and very strict parents). I had completely forgotten about this until reading this article, but at one point, I was encouraged…

I have not really followed Jersey Shore beyond the occasional pop culture interest (though I’m from the Philly area, so the shore was A Thing), but you got my attention with “done or done done,” as that’s something my mom (South Philly native) has always done (doubled a word to make a different point), and now not…

I enjoyed this article more than anything I’ve read on the internet in months.

I have no advice except I chuckled outloud at “fashion magpie,” as I have exactly the same problem and had thought of describing it that way. I don’t have an unorganised closet and a shopping problem; as of today, I am a fashion magpie!

Apparently using it as a party drug on the weekends, actually! The project is a well paid but in a rural area...so combination of a lot of guys away from their families (temporarily relocated for the job, most staying in cheap bedsits and such), with cash in their pockets and nothing else to do in their down time.…

I’m in the UK, so unlikely they’re related (though how hilarious would that be!), but you are exactly right. We are convinced ours definitely a Staffy (similar to a pit - absolutely brilliant dogs that have gotten an unfortunate and undeserved reputation in Britain) mixed with something larger. “Collie cross” sounds…

I laughed outloud at “winter weight” on your dog she never loses. Me too, Annie!

Moved to a new school in eighth grade. We’d also moved when I was in fourth grade, and it had been a horrific experience. So I was desperate to make friends immediately and avoid being a lonely loser right before going into high school.

My husband works on a construction site, and there’s a massive coke problem among the bulldozer drivers, of all people.

Had a friend who was 6'8 when we were underage. If you actually looked at him, he had quite a baby face - but cashiers rarely thought about it past “oh my God, this guy is so tall!” He successfully purchased much of our booze. Thanks, friend, wherever you are!

The shelter told us our dog was two, fully grown, and a collie mix. When we took him to our vet post adoption, the vet laughed, said he was at most a year, not finished growing, and that maybe his mother saw a collie once...but he was something bigger.

Hahaha, ouch! That is brutal. Full disclosure, I was a two pack a day smoker (worked out in the Middle East, where it was pretty accepted/commonplace in my industry), and I quit when I came back not because of the cost, not because of my health, not because it was less socially acceptable in the West, but because I…

Early 30s here as well, and totally agree. I was getting carded for wine until maybe a year and a half ago (and I live in Britain, drinking age is 18), then it feels like one more, I woke up, and BOOM, I suddenly look my age. I don’t mind per se, but it is weird....and I’m kind of freaking out that I’ve suddenly…

Oh man, I hadn’t thought about that stuff in years, but we (very pale, very freckled Irish kids) grew up slathered in that damn stuff. When I started working at a grocery store when I was 14 and had some disposable income of my own, one of the first things I investigated was the existence of a different type of…

Mine were pink!

It was a good 17 years ago, and I still remember how much it burned....