Is this progress? I don't think so. Progress would be if this beautiful, healthy woman who is clearly not, in the real world, remotely plus-sized, was featured without comment or without the necessity for Calvin Klein to herald themselves for their bravery at featuring a woman of this womans size. All this does is…

This is why I love Australian coffee shops. Just give me a flat white and I'm as happy as a caffeinated clam!

I don't work in the restaurant industry any more, but I work in a service deli and I take great delight in my stupid customers (of which there are Oh So Many!). I've already recounted my absolute favourite dumb customer story on a previous BCO post (she ate the wax rind off her Edam cheese), but here are a couple of…

When I'm feeling particularly beaten down by my job, I click that link. I've read them all several times now. It's my go to comfort read.

Me too. And now I'm craving gratuities! (but not the red ones)

After one of the monthly secret shops at the store I was deli manager in, I was called in to the acting store managers office for a closed door meeting. This bitch hated my guts and was always looking for ways to have me put on notice. So, it turns out the deli had lost several points. Server didn't smile, didn't…

After seeing that poster, all I can think of is this.

It seems Mr Blanc has now left the country and is heading back your way. Sorry (not sorry) good citizens of the US, he's all yours!

I can't tell you how relieved it makes me to hear that. Actually, I just did.

Okay, now I'm freely admitting to being something of a Pinterest addict. I spend more time than anybody feasibly should perusing the boards. And quite regularly I will scratch my head with wonder at the disgusting "foods" that people think the rest of the Pinterest world needs to know about. I often laugh at loud…

I don't watch the show (I don't begrudge or judge those that do, it's just not my cup of tea) and I don't generally read tabloids (see above disclaimer) but I was waiting for a doctors appointment the other day and picked up a magazine to while away the time. I swear I couldn't flick over more than two pages without…

I admire any woman who is willing to own her glamorous individuality. The more individual, the more I admire.

I'm reasonably certain that Russell Brand wouldn't mind women (or girls) to be part of his Revolution at all. I'm also reasonably certain that the photo was taken at a boys school, if the uniform is anything to go by.

This is why, as somebody who identifies as demisexual, I am single for very long periods of time. Because I don't understand that formula for dating at all. In fact, dating itself is a nightmare for me.

I feel like I'm walking into some sort of test of my ethics here. Like, if I respond, "Yep, He hot!", the feminist police will suddenly jump on me and call me a hypocrite. Because, really, running a story like this on a blog that is constantly calling out menfolk for objectifying women is hypocritical beyond the…

I've just done my usual morning look at my Facebook feed. I'd estimate that a good seventy percent of it this morning is about this fucking album. I don't hate Taylor Swift. I don't wish her harm. I don't know her and I never will. But she's a pop singer. She's written a pop album. It's not going to change the…

Ha! Thanks! Funny thing is, I accidentally typed PUA in first and that came up and I thought, "Well, that makes sense." Then I reread your comment, realised I had it all wrong and tried again. This is where the confusion set in. All is made clear!

Okay, so I'm going to be THAT person. I have no idea what you are referring to when you say PAU. I googled it (I'm not a complete newb, just an old lady who's not up to speed) and the results were completely unhelpful. Is it similar to Omegaverse? I know what that is.

Where's the lentil soup? I could live off that shit.

And cockroach races. Don't forget the cockroach races! (or is that just a Queensland thing?)