Man, I knew if I worked out I would be happier with my body. But my hatred of working out outweighs my hatred of my body. Exercise is not fun for me, no matter how many times you try to convince me otherwise. What about running and panting and looking like a fool is FUN?!? More like emotionally traumatizing.

I live in LA. Yes, she's bigger than the do-nothing, lifeless skinbags who hang out on the Westside — but for all of LA? The parts were real people, non-celebrities and millionaires live? She's average, if not slightly smaller than your average Angeleno.

My little sister spent high school maintaining her popularity while her grades severely suffered. She graduated with something like a 2.0 or just below when everything was said and done — but, boy! She sure was popular!

Same thing happened to me. I used to have horrible cystic acne, almost exactly like the woman in this video. It pretty much cleared up once I got on birth control — but all the scars are still there. Not all have faded away, and not all of them ever will. (Especially those emotional ones. Fucks, kids are mean. Can't…

I've always had insurance. The one time I took an ambulance as an adult — had to as a kid twice — it damn near cost me $800 after everything was said and done.

Yeah, this. I went to Catholic school from K-12. I get dress codes. They're a necessary evil. But when we frame the need for a dress code/the individual points of the dress code through the lens of young girls' sexuality, that's where I have so many problems.

I'm actually, truly allergic to crustaceans — shrimp, crab, lobster, crawfish, etc. — and I get so embarrassed when I have to ask about the content of certain dishes. I shouldn't have to feel bad about making sure I won't die. Thanks a lot, allergy liars :(

Ugh. This is what scares me about getting married. My dad is an only child, so there isn't anyone I'd need to invite outside of my great aunt, if she's still around. (I hope she is, but Mr. and I aren't getting hitched any time soon.) My mom, on the other hand, is one of eight children — and all but two of these…

I hate those situations more than anything. It usually comes up when I have to interact with the girlfriends of my male friends, or the girlfriends of my boyfriend's friends. Nothing is more painful and more anxiety-inducing than that, mostly because we have yet to meet a couple where the girl isn't completely…

On a family trip to Southern California, we went to Universal Studios and saw this being filmed on the backlot tour. We saw Jason Alexander, and I was pretty stoked because I was a huge Seinfeld fan. Did I mention I was 10?

"loafers decorated with poop emoji"

Well, considering that "running out of gas" usually happens in inopportune times and in inopportune places...It's not completely unheard of. Very possible that they were returning from *insert name of bar/restaurant/trendy loft* and assumed they could get gas Downtown. They could have ended up in Skid Row attempting…

Can we please talk about that ridiculous Chevron by Union Station and how it's almost always $1-$2 more than the average price of gas? What the fuck is up with that place?

Actually, there aren't many gas stations in Downtown LA proper. There are two or three I can think of on the fringes of Downtown, which would put them at several miles away from Skid Row. There's one by Chinatown/Union Station, and there's a few on Alameda — but those are too far south of Skid Row.

It is so goddamn easy to get lost in the eastern areas of Downtown. I've lived in LA for almost a decade and I still lose my sense of direction around there every now and again. Too many one way streets, poorly lit signs, dead ends — it's a perfect storm of driver confusion.

Shhhhh don't spoil the Gawker "everything in LA is weird and sketchy" narrative!

I've been "on skid row" at night for a variety of reasons that don't involve buying drugs. The area of Downtown LA surrounding skid row has changed a hell of a lot in the last decade, and there are a slew of very trendy/popular bars and restaurants in the immediate area. I often have to park in what I call "skid row…

Vodka just makes me think of college, because it's the only thing horrible sorority girls would want to drink at parties. Blechhhh.

Seriously. All I thought when I saw the choices were, "Oh great, things I definitely don't drink."

Couldn't have said it better. The only thing offending me about this woman is not that she's earning money by participating in porn, but that she's spinning this very not-true narrative about how she HAD to go to Duke and the ONLY way she could do so was by doing porn. It's a slippery slope that's really offensive to…