Me when I got my first full-time job: Screaming “Oh thank GOD,” tears of joy, jumping up and down and squealing, calling friends and family, updating social media profile.

My grandma did this with me too, until my mom got home. I treasure all those memories and all the card games I learned from her during those years.

When I moved away from St. Louis, the City Museum was the thing I wanted to bring with me.

Yeah, my feelings are mixed. I get that a public university can’t really exclude an entire gender from any of its on-campus spaces.

OMG you remembered all my bitching! The funny thing to me was how family caused all kinds of drama and annoyance leading up to it. But on the day of, they were all a crying, sappy, happy and generally well-behaved group. Probably due to our open bar.

haha same. I’d fly off the handle. And he has begged me, so many times, to just “be calm” if anything happens to him.

My husband is Indian, and he’s Goan, so his name doesn’t “look” Indian. A TSA agent started asking him all sorts of questions about his name, origins, parents’ origins once, and my poor sweetie started to break out in a sweat. Turns out, the (white) agent had Goan in-laws and was just curious. But my husband wanted to…

I’m guessing it’s because they have to deal with the suckiness of flying AND the suckiness of customer service.

My parents still have their rust-colored sofa with a tiny-white-flower pattern from the 70s. It thankfully has a very nice sofa cover on it now.

My friends just moved into a house that has all the bathrooms (clearly remodeled for sale) like this. White tile floor. White bathtub. White sink. White cabinets. White tile walls.

Maybe it’s a societal thing, where women who abandon their duties get looked down upon a LOT more than men who do the same.

so I tried to think, would this make me just as angry if it were with a dude?

I feel like I know so many women in this position. They are the breadwinners, supporting the whims of man-children.

Ah, you’re totally right.

Ahhhh yes the people who move to places because of the “lower cost of living” and then bitch because they can’t have a certain kind of cuisine delivered in the middle of the night like “in New York.” Thanks for moving here and increasing the housing costs for everyone and then bitching about it.

Do keep in mind that a lot of these obnoxious navel-gazers are moving to Austin, where WE have to deal with them — and their expectations that we will be Very Impressed that they are “from New York.”

Ah, I assumed you were too young to remember TRL. Turns out you were lucky (unlucky?) enough to have been older than its target demographic!

You know ... If I could be GUARANTEED a child like you, I would totally have kids.

Sweet summer child, how old are you?

I have so so so many tapes in my parents’ basement of random TRL episodes and Leno performances from my favorite bands. Nearly 20 years later, it’s not necessarily the things I *meant* to record that give me a nostalgia high. It’s the things I didn’t mean to, like early-2000s commercials and what Jon Stewart looked…