Oh, good. Proud Know-Nothing inserts himself and his bland platitudes into the most complex diplomatic situation in the world. This will surely end well.

In high school, my friend and I used to practice jumping out of cars. I was driving slowly at first, then we would pick up speed. One day she wore ballet flats instead of sneakers and smacked down on her face full force when she jumped out. Then we stopped. Lord.

When I was a teenager my friends and I would go in the middle of the night and hangout on these little platforms, see below, that were on the side of a railroad bridge like a hundred feet over a very shallow river while the freight trains went by. A couple times we jumped onto the trains and rode them off the bridge…

The first time I drove a stick shift was also the first time I ever drove on a highway. Not like I had ANY experience driving at all. I was 17 and my boyfriend and I decided to go on a long road trip. He wanted to smoke weed so I took the wheel. What could go wrong? It didn’t take long for me to lose control as an 18…

I’m sorry to hear about your grandmother, but I love your attitude about it. My mim says, “Some of the best grandmothers are made so by the worst ones. Living a full life is a prerequisite for the job, don’t forget!”

Oh crap, you are making me remember a time my 2 wild friends and I got into a truck with 7 marines on leave and went with them to their hotel room. I swear we were so stupid. Somehow we were safe. Teenagers have some strong ass guardian angels.

Tried to steer a car with my feet. Smoked weird things. Went home with weird men. Drove drunk.

She asked me what “internet” I was on, and I told her it was Jez. She said, “I will be Jezebel’s grandmother tonight.” lol she’s the best <3

I don’t know if you have kids or not, but if not, do your best to maintain no contact, or as little contact as possible, and don’t engage in any kind of discussion beyond ones that are logistical/necessary. It’s hard, but believe me continuing to dive into that sorrow pool is much, much harder.

Find a professional to…

1) Car tag- where me and a friend raced through traffic trying to get ahead of each other while making rude hand gestures to the other as we passed each other.

In the epically-bad-but-turned-out-okay category: On a study abroad trip, we had one day in London, and two friends and I accepted an offer for a random dude to drive us around the city. We knew it was a had idea and my one friend said he would stick a pen in the dude’s neck if he tried anything. But it was totally…

About 20 lines of coke (it was my first time on it), naked in a bathtub with a bunch of people I had just met that Saturday night.

I’ve done lots of dumb stuff. I was pretty naive as a teen, so my mistakes then were more that I just didn’t understand potential outcomes. Like one time I was walking home from a friend’s house at night and a man stopped to give me a ride. And I went with him. Luckily, he took me right home and just lectured me about…

I went up to dead lot with a friend of mine and we met some guys. (I was 17/18). We brought them back to our part of town to hang out. My friend and I had to go to work so I LET THE TWO STRANGE MEN borrow my car. After our shift, they met me in the parking lot and we all went and partied in their hotel room.

It’s funny I saw my ex-husband last Saturday at a memorial for the friend that introduced us. I haven’t seen my ex in 15 years. I’ve done so much cool amazing stuff post-divorce. I have grown into myself. I’m now in graduate school for a 2nd career after having a successful 1st career.

I jumped off a horse once.

When we were 25 a friend and I took up hitchhiking one summer for whatever reason. This wasn’t in the 70's either, it was like...2004. We should have known better.

We have a new puppy! I only had to do an 8 hour round trip in the car with my kids and my wee dog to pick her up. And we really didn’t know for sure that she’d be there (the SPCAs in this area are notoriously bad at updating their sites). But we got there before opening and we fell in love and took her home.

Hey there! Fellow mom of a son here. I don’t have any books on how to raise a feminist son to share with you, unfortunately, but I do have a few thoughts, borne out of nearly identical anxiety when I learned I was having a boy.

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