compliments
Apparently when a woman gives another woman a compliment, the only socially acceptable response is reciprocal in nature.
weed
I'd stick to the pot-for-thinness diet myself, if I didn't becomes insanely concerned about the reality of my own death every time a pipe was in my general area.
food
I’ve been in New York just under three weeks and one of the things that’s made this journey really incredible is the food.
damn hipsters get off my lawn
I will probably judge you for wearing a band shirt you bought at Urban Outfitters.
scary kid movies
I'm four and a half months pregnant, and I've begun to revisit everything I experienced as a child with the perspective of a clueless parent-to-be.
comments
I love these comments -- FMTPO.
cars
There, amongst the Porsches, Beamers and Benzes was me, a pretty young girl in designer heels, a Celine bag, a mini dress and my truck.
diamonds
Maybe I can’t have it all. But, I can have a diamond necklace.
open thread
I'm pretty sure I would eat bugs all the time if I was convinced they were delicious.
cleaning
I can't tote clutter to paradise.
dancing
I genuinely have the worst moves ever. Here's how you can, too!
lost car
Every time I lose a card (anything important really) I tell myself, "This is it! This is the last time! I will be responsible and amazing from this day forward." And, well, you know how that story ends.
fun
My favorite comment this week is weird, and the most upvoted comment might be a little mean, and here we go!
grown ass woman
At my next grown-up shindig, I want to serve up something besides wine and beer.
mother's day
Who are these demure souls wielding garden gnomes and keepsake boxes while raising America’s youth?
open thread
Does anyone NOT like taking personality tests?
books
Honestly, have you ever picked up a book and from the very first page, felt like the writer was describing you, your life and innermost hopes and fears? That’s how I felt when I started reading In The Mink: Fashion Was My Business by Anne Scott-James.
fashion
In the interest of not inviting my own bodily harm at the hands of my acquaintances, I have decided to approximate summer to the best of my ability even when the weather outside is driving me to listen to The National and brood about the void of human existence.
fun
Some of my nearest and dearest friends don't even know I still do some of this shit, so consider yourself being allowed access to The Vault.
pretentiousness
As someone who edits high schoolers’ writing in my spare time, I’ve read a lot of terrible teenage prose through the years.
Pretension is the best-case scenario, indicative if nothing else of a lively imagination.
xofood
America is playing a weird game of culinary chicken with itself, creating junk/comfort food hybrids like mac and cheese filled meatloaf.
getting organized
In which the following is discussed: murder, the mental anguish of my future children, AND CRISCO.