I would suggest pot or easily consumed edibles, such as lollies, for this particular problem, as weed is my go-to tummy-tamer. I don’t suffer motion sickness (I can read in a moving car no problem, natch), but I have suffered the worst hangovers known to womankind, and Mary Jane has been my sweet, skunky savior more…

Nothing will top the MRA who came across an old comment of mine talking about a sexual assault I experienced, who proceeded to man-splain to me how what I experienced wasn’t assault, and I should probably just be friends with my attacker again. I was like, lol. Holy shit dude. Fuck off.

And for a woman who is clearly competent enough to handle decisions much more important than that, it is insulting to know you have to deal with such a ridiculous dilemma - that, undoubtedly, will end up influencing how people receive you in your job setting.

My hair just gets a lot of attention, and it seems to be something people feel fine openly commenting on. I don’t mind a compliment here and there, but yeah. Sometimes I wish for “boring” hair so I could fly under the radar once in a while. Grass is always greener, eh? Such is being a lady, I’ve come to understand.

As someone with bright red, super curly hair, I feel this girls pain. Having multiple bosses over the years imply how much better, and more professional I look when I have painstakingly taken 2+ hours to blow-dry it straight, and curl it with a curling iron is beyond insulting.

It’s not that it’s a surprise. It’s that he’s a smarmy prick, and now we have the context to say so.

Fuck you. Fuck you very very much. We hate what you do, and we hate your whole crew, so please don’t stay in touch... *skips off singing to herself*

I truly appreciate how much traction this idea is getting.

Made these once before - Sardine Melts. Pretty sure today is the day I use my last can of sardines, and make ‘em again.

Brilliant choice!

I suggest he volunteers for a new space program I’ve just now decided to fund, where we tie him to a rocket, and then send it to the fucking sun.

only if you get to be the flim.

What a beautiful story. Thank you kindly for sharing. I won’t ever look at Skittles the same way.

This is what threw me. Neither of my parents are good with a sewing needle, and both have busy lives. When I need something mended, I ask either my Nana Joyce, or my sister, who has much better fine motor skills than I. Have decided to chalk it up to kind creatures who have seemingly taken pity on my general…

I’ve learned this the hard way, and have a lazy cat who won’t do shit about mice, save for tease them.

You’re not supposed to consider what you leave them payment. I don’t think the odd thank you here and there would offend.

Do it! Especially if you’re prone to losing buttons, like I am.

I believe in ghosts, fairies, and the like. Not just angry, vengeful spirits, which I believe do exist. But the happy, nice ones. I always appreciated the idea of Brownies, the little hobgoblins* who could choose to be helpful, or devious depending on how they felt, and how you regarded them.

pssh just a case of the ol’ bubons. nothin’ to see here folks. but srsly tho.