I know a woman who wears Imari by Avon. Honestly one of the worst things I have ever smelled. It hurts my head. I had to sit next to her and asked her very politely and with great trepidation if she would do me a favor and not wear it.

That’s even worse, because you can’t prepare. I’m sorry for you.

There’s plenty of crazy boss behavior in every gender.

Right. I don’t mind a very formal, somewhat distant boss. To me, that is professional and fine. I don’t necessarily want to have drinks with my boss after work. I just want someone who respects what I have to offer and deals with me fairly.

We were all overtime-exempt, so she didn’t even have that excuse.

I’m sorry :-(

Nah, she was created in a lab by an evil scientist. I’m sure of it.

She said it was something about safety or insurance or something...but the official company policy is that your boss cannot make you start at a particular time without a legitimate business reason to do so, so it was BS. We were afraid to complain, of course, because we knew it could get worse.

My nightmare boss gave me PTSD. Nightmares, intrusive thoughts, anxiety, depression...it took me years to get over.

I have a big political crush on Kamala Harris. Harris for President ‘20.

One time my mom was going on about how she “waited until marriage.” My grandmother rolled her eyes so hard and said “Why?”

Yes. That weird not-hot-looking but Good Lord Makes Me So Hot When He Touches Me guy.

“I’m taking a massage class. Would it be ok to practice on you?”

I have a DOG like this. I even looked it up on the internets and no one else seems to have this problem. My dog honestly does not give a shit when I come home.

Someone is going to get poop in their shoes. It may be sooner, it may be later, but it WILL happen.

This story cracks me up because I was at a party at a friend’s house when this pretty young woman came in and began nervously talking about having social anxiety. I, in my official role as sage older woman, attempted to comfort her with some, “There, there, dear, we all feel the same way,” kind of talk.

The back seat of a cab after a St. Patrick’s Day parade.

You’re just “ungrateful” for everything he has “tried to do” I’m sure. Mmm hmm.

Yep, those crazy women and all their power...to do what? Have you shut down on a certain website? Wow, that’s some real Kim Jong Il type stuff those women have going on there.

Google “woman killed by internet stalker.” Oh, those easily offended women.