I left water polo for that very reason. I swam individual events growing up so when water polo was suggested to me, I was too much of a submissive loner to hold my own in that watery hellscape. I preferred to do my own ass-kicking in a timed, passive-aggressive manner in my own lane, thanks.

lol k

Yeah. Firstly: you get to use your dolphin kick while underwater. Secondly: when you resurface after the turn on the second lap, you’re headed into all that tread you created from the first lap. IMO, that’s what cost the French guy the lead. He came up way too early and got a face full of tread. It seems…

By that logic, you should be shaming all the fertile people on the planet.

Have as many kids as you want, just make sure you can take care of them.

THAT’S THE WORST PART. And I’m assuming she ran it by a few friends and co-workers who were like “LOLZ THAT’S SOO FUNNY JENN!11!!!”

Her problem is that she just thinks she’s TOO CUTE. I’m betting that most men in her life just smile and laugh at everything she does/says whether it’s funny or not. I’m betting most of the time it’s not. And the women in her life who don’t tolerate her shit are just “haters.”

So tired.

I got a FB alert saying “so-and-so is tagged as safe from the Nice attack.” Prior to that, I hadn’t checked my phone in hours so I had no idea what it was talking about. And yet, somehow I wasn’t surprised.

I will not embrace my period. Ever. I don’t care if it’s “a natural process” that “defines womanhood” or whatever. I don’t give a shit. Just because it’s natural doesn’t mean it needs to be embraced and celebrated (i.e. pooping). Periods bring moodiness, cramps, and smells, none of which should be revered.

I wouldn’t put too much thought into it. This group and its schtick are both terrible.

This does sound absolutely unbearable. LikeBurning Man, but somehow MORE obnoxious. Except at least at Burning Man the people know they’re obnoxious and embrace it. These gals seem to take themselves way too seriously.

‘83! But January ‘83. So almost.

I lived in a part of Orange County that was ocean-adjacent back then and where the beaches/sea life were a big part of the culture. So the draw of the story was all the animals trapped in the oil.

Pretty sure mine was the Exxon Valdez oil spill. I was in first grade, I think?

Dear you guys,

I really hope they’re compatible. That’s such a great excuse to slut it up with your husband before he’s your husband: “I have to make sure we’re sexually congruent. We’re going to be fucking each other for the rest of our lives.” Take that, abstinence!

Sounds like the time I got lost in a public park! I was scared and it was in East L.A. so it’s practically the same.

Don’t forget to tell everyone incessantly that you’re 1) blonde, and 2) SKINNY.

What?