And someday you'll graduate from college and have access to a real stove! :-D

Uh do you get paid? That’s what “pro” means, it doesn’t mean you or someone else thinks you’re good at it. I certainly get paid to be a Chef and with all my experience I can tell you that in a professional setting, pasta would never be cooked that way by anyone respectable. So so many things wrong with your technique.…

When you’re at work, just think about how you’re literally getting paid to poop. You’ll relax and you’ll be excited to do it again. “I made $5 for dropping a deuce today!”

My SO thinks im weird because i can not poop comfortably in public restrooms.

• “ENTERTAINING GUESTS BY INSERTING THE WOODEN LEG OF A CHAIR INTO HIS RECTUM”

I’d prefer to comment on the article rather than on-going back and forth over precise language. I know what she’s talking about, and I had this exact situation. Was flying from Tampa to Hartford, and trust me, there aren’t many choices. I was having to fly from Tampa to Miami, and Miami to Hartford the evening before…

39, and let me tell you, adulthood still feels like performance. I own a house and a solo business, and yet fake-it-til-you-make-it feels like my basic life strategy. The moments I feel truly competent are a relief. If I don’t give myself props for those bits of mastery, I’m going to feel helpless and incompetent…

I hate the trend of having a fit over the trends of the moment and acting like your special because of it. There’s a sort of irony in this “I’m so above this, I don’t just do what everyone else does” that so fricking many people do. The trite culture of complaining about trite culture. If you don’t like it don’t do…

because you can only wear a pair of pants once if you don’t have undies

As someone who is sort of 25 going on 12, I kind of read “adulting” as pointing to the dissonance between what we thought “adult” meant as kids, and what it ends up meaning once you get there....

Like in a lot of cases “adult” is a performance just like anything else. I have to attend a conference for my work this…

As the saying goes: I don’t know how to act my age, because I’ve never been this age before!

okay but i finally learned how to fold a fitted sheet and that was a proud moment

I’M A GROWN UP AND I CAN SAY WHAT I WANT #ADULTING

This reminds me of when I took my car to be fixed, told the guy what the exact problem was and the guy told me I was wrong it would be $900. My ex husband brought it back a few days later and the same guy quoted him $400 after telling him it was the problem I had originally brought it in for. I went to an aquaintance…

You can’t see anything if you shut your eyes then cover them with your hands and shove your entire head deep into your own ass.

I don’t understand why we can’t make initials-plus-last name the international standard for resumes. Or just initials. Everybody wins.

Yes. I never take my car for repairs. I know they will lie to me. For some reason they do not lie to my husband even though both of us are clueless about cars.

That alias is amazing.

Every time I hear about “present exactly the same person/work but trick the decision-maker into believing the person is male (/white/able-bodied/straight)” experiments I want to scream and shove it in everyone’s faces. People spend so much time and energy saying “women (/PoC/etc) just don’t try as hard / don’t care as…