The only book I hated more was “A Separate Peace”.

Preach it! I had to read it in college as well. Terrible book, and I loathed my old man lit professor mansplaining feminism to me. Like I don’t live and breathe it every day of my life? Oh the irony of a powerful academic male using Edna’s example to tell young women how to feminist.

Ugh ugh ugh, those horrible emo bangs. Get your hair out of your face, Wentz! And get off my lawn!

Correction - it is “Pretty Good Year”, not “Cloud On My Toungue”

Most Tori Amos songs give me musical frissons. There is a particular string phrase in “Cloud On My Tongue” that ends in the exact pitch and timbre of my mother calling my name. People can say what they like about Tori as an artist, but I live for the delicious chill that I get from her piano and string arrangements.

Me too! I also feel pain as color, and numbers have genders.

Agreed! For some reason it never occurred to me that I could have fun or be awesome after 60. Lily Tomlin makes me want to live forever and wear cool kaftans while smoking ganj with the Yam Man. In my beach house. Heaven!

Mr. CakePie is my soulmate. During the 5 years of our marriage so far, the only real beef I have with the guy is his dirty socks. He is incapable of putting them in the hamper. He usually leaves them on the bed. Sometimes, they are on my pillow. Other times, they are on the sofa. The other day, there was one on my…

I am a lady who teaches college courses in the social sciences. In the past:

Love your style and your story - you are gorgeous! I also grew up in Humboldt County in the 90s (Fortuna High class of ‘99), and your experiences really resonate with me. Thank you for being you Eloise, you are an inspiration and you made my morning. <3

A long time ago in a job far far away, I was a unit supervisor at a hospital. When my co-supe quit, I was stuck with her replacement - one of the administrator’s sons. Let’s call him Jeff. He was in his 50s, fresh off a divorce and rehab, no clue how to do the job, not remotely qualified, wore clompy cowboy boots to…

I am having a Punnett square GoT nerd orgasm now. Thank you. ;-)

It was not Evergreen.

She was a Birth Control Truther and made it her goal to question everyone about every bit of their reproductive lives. She also believed that all dysmenorrhea was a psych issue and not a real medical issue (women brainwashed by western medicine to believe that their bodies are faulty), and that I should embrace my…

I had a fake name that I gave out to get rid of randos who hit on me in public. It was a really common name, let’s just say it’s something like Lisa Smith.

It was a school in the Pacific Northwest. I filed a complaint with the school’s equity office, and they told me that women having a “personal disagreement” didn’t count as gender discrimination. They made her apologize, but I still had to leave.

Me too. I was brought up as a second-wave feminist, so at 34 I am finding the current iteration of feminism to be frustrating.

This reminds me of my first experience with my fellow college student feminists. The university’s feminist center was staging a production of the Vagina Monologues (as-ya-do) and a smaller subset of feminists protested the production over a perceived bias against women of color and LGBTQA in casting the show. The…

Honey. I was making fun of it. Joke post. Joke.

Please do not give me a wedgie because when I said it, I was trying to be funny.