Artificial lights seem to be an ongoing obsession of his — anyone else remember this weird rally moment from 2016?

Frankly, aside from how gross that is, I’d question the medical competency of any ob/gyn who made a remark like that — shows a pretty deep misunderstanding of how vaginas work! 

I’ve been wracking my brains to think up a time when I betrayed a friend else (to make up for sharing a story where the opposite happened). Here’s the closest I can think of:

Another time we decided to try to fool my mother into thinking we were horribly sunburned by painting our legs with red tempera paint... somehow Mom saw through our clever deception.

This is a story about how a friend pettily betrayed me.

I like the flavor of bugs, I understand that they’re a very carbon-footprint-friendly meat-of-the-future, but as someone whose house is just ... full of ants right now, that guac was hard to look at.

Also had a similar experience; though by that time I was having sex and I’d come around to support abortion rights. My period was almost a week late (which is very unusual for me; I’m quite regular) and I lived at home with uber-conservative parents in a state that requires a 72-hour waiting period (with the nearest…

Anyone know of any in Missouri?

it’s $69 at my local Walmart, which has had an untouched display of them next to the lady’s clothing section since Christmas

Seven is awfully young for a cat, but the poor kitty was pretty clearly riddled with deformities. I’m just relieved the owners didn’t try to breed her and create a Grumpy Cat family. Rest in grouchiness, kitty.

I gave into a post-hike craving and got a strawberry milkshake at Steak n’ Shake a couple months ago. Within minutes, my stomach was roiling; within the hour, I’d barfed up a milkshake’s worth of bright pink foam, which had apparently not mixed in at all with the rest of my stomach’s contents. My stomach was fine…

Maybe y’all can help me with this — a couple of times when I’ve had pad kee mao, it’s come with rice noodles that are not only wide, but thick — they seem to be composed of many thin layers... imagine a noodle-ified rice phyllo dough. They’re fabulous, and I’ve had no luck whatsoever googling what they’re called.…

I should’ve scrolled down before commenting -- just pointed out the same thing separately. Boosting your comment!

I’ve heard The Mister is pretty much a point-for-point rip-off of Poldark (which I haven’t read, but the similarities I’ve seen pointed out are rather striking). Given that FSOG started life as a Twilight fanfic, this surprises me not at all... 

Oh God this has me gagging — so many layers of sliminess, mixed with the chewy-stringiness of poorly cooked collards... Hurk!

Just thinking about this topic and trying to dredge up specific memories gave me a wonderful nostalgic warmth, so thank you for that — I love a road trip, and the meals are often the the best part.

Here are my cats, Watson and Mulder... They’ve lived together for a year but recently they’ve started actually cuddling and grooming each other, instead of just squabbling all the time. 

The sense of growing dread I felt while reading through this article was a voyage in itself. Wow.

Oh man, a good pork tenderloin is heaven on a bun. At its best, it’s a thin layer of gloriously tender pork, enrobed in salty, crunchy breading, sticking out way beyond the edges of the bread in a golden halo. Almost doesn’t even need fixins, though I favor some fresh tomatoes and a bit of onion. Worth seeking out!

The one time I’ve gotten a UTI (knock on wood) was in college, shortly after becoming sexually active. I was peeing raspberry lemonade, basically, and in burning agony. I actually knew about the “pee after sex” rule already, thanks to an openminded roommate, but I’d skipped it ONE TIME and oy, the consequences. Was so…