I read Knight’s book, the 3 women were each held in separate rooms. Sometimes they interacted, but it’s not like they were all locked in the basement together. Captor Castro also pitted them against each other, so that didn’t help. It’s not like they were a team that broke up after they were freed.

On my first day of school at my fancy dancy boarding school (a day that made me so nervous that I ended up puking in the middle of the hallway, but that’s another story) this kid came up to me and, looking down his nose, said “Sylvia BloodBath? You’re [my lawyer mom’s] daughter, right?” [I nod, confused] “Well, my dad…

I’m not sure this counts as a burn, but it was the first thing that came to mind and resulted in an immediate shutting the fuck up.

I was with some friends in a bar and this douche started hitting on my friend and being a real dick about it. She was trying to be polite about it, but I didn’t feel any such obligation. So I whispered something in her ear about him and she laughed. He saw it and replied, “If you’re mad that I’m talking to your friend…

A good friend from ages ago told me she dated Flea for a time. Said he was very bright, and quite the gentleman. She thought the world of him. Pleasant surprise for a guy who wears stuffed-animal pants!

No, you’re not a bad gay. It is a cheesy fun movie to watch that spoofs 1950s science fiction movies with a 1970s twist. It is not meant to be taken seriously. The best part is Tim Curry just for how over the top he is. Personally, the movie wouldn’t work quite as well without him there.

There’s a theater right near me that shows it every Saturday at midnight. They’re continuing to do rip-roaring business after all these years, judging from the length of the line when I drive by.

It’s fun to laugh about this stuff now, but back then it was the END OF THE WORLD, wasn’t it?

My HS boyfriend’s Senior Prom, I was a junior. I wore a Jessica McClintock dress, very fashionable at the time. It was strapless black satin with a lined bodice, a semi-full skirt, and a bustle in the back. It was my first prom and we were madly in love, so I was really enjoying myself that night. Stretch limo, dinner…

I was homeless for the second half of 7th grade, and during that time I went to some weird, small school near where we stayed. I fit in okay there, I guess, better than at the school I went to before that, and I was excited about the graduation dance. I liked a boy with an Australian accent, and he was nice enough to…

Same story, different party. I was in college at a friend’s engagement party, slow dancing with a good friend who I intermittently slept with and had a tiny, silent but DREADFUL, eye-watering fart slip out. I knew it was gonna be deadly but thought I could “dance” us a few feet away to avoid the worst of it.…

He personally never apologized to me but another boy years later did. We had one of those therapeutic “confess painful things” class sessions in high school (private schools are weird) and one of the boys from middle school was in my class. He never realized how painful all their bullying was and he legitimately…

I have a very similar story about a high school cotillion.

Like most people, I was an gangly teen- all pimples and limbs and braces. I had a huge, super nerd-girl crush on someone I’ll call Joe. Joe was a year older than me even though he was in the same grade, and had bit puberty sooner as a consequence, so was more man-than-boy shaped. Ravelston likied.

One look at time on…

..I burst into treats...

So in high school I had a crush on my straight best friend, who had a crush on a young woman from out of town. In order to get her to agree to attending prom with him—driving five hours to where we were—B had to secure a date for her best friend, as that was the only way B’s crush would allow her to go. So I took the…

Not sure if mine counts, because we didn’t make it to the dance...but here goes. My boyfriend the beginning of senior year went to the rival high school of the public school I had previously attended before my parents sent me to private school. We were going to go to homecoming, and i was pretty excited about having…

I rarely went to dances, mostly because I was either chubby, awkward and brace-faced (middle school) or awkward, misanthropic and anti-everything (high school). Didn’t go to prom, etc etc. I did, however, attend the Christmas dance in 8th grade.