fathers
Every year around father’s day I hear the message either directly or indirectly that you should call your father before it is too late. Well, I did that and we have not talked since.
it happened to me
To be honest, I feel more violated by the way Disney treated me than I feel from being raped, and I’m worried for every other person that has been in my situation.
ihtm
I knew I could lose Marcus at any time, and was keenly aware of this when I’d visit him in the hospital, or when I’d lay my head on his chest and feel the irregular beats of his heart and the edges of his defibrillator just beneath his skin.
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“Let me know if you see anything. Or hear anything! I’ll be calling you twice a week,” she informed me.
death
After reading this, I demand you go tell everyone you know that you love them. I'm serious.
 
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“You’re the 76th girl I’ve done that with,” he said. The seventieth WHAT? What a weird joke. We’re done here. Get the fuck out of my apartment, I thought.
friendship
How can my radar have been so off? How did I fall for someone so hopelessly, so completely, who clearly wasn’t into me?
school
There must’ve been a “say all the wrong shit code” signed by all faculty and staff at my middle school because that’s exactly what they did -- say all the wrong shit.
bad dates
When I walked in, I was greeted by the both the overwhelming stench of his cologne and the sinking feeling that Keith was not, as I had assumed, gay.
ihtm
For any girl who has a steady bully, wishing death upon that person is a daily/nightly ritual. But when it actually happens, the last thing you feel is relief or happiness.
disability
Sometimes I wonder how I could have been so oblivious to the fact that proper treatment for pain is, well, not a bad thing.
addiction
About 80% of the breakups I’ve initiated were related to how this relationship really gets in the way of my exercise schedule.
jobs
I once got a late night phone call from one of our facilities that a maintenance worker had discovered a couple. Having sex. In a stairwell.
protest
What made me say "this is enough" was having two young people killed by the police.
conflict
A Turkish man, realizing my naivete, quickly threw me inside the Burger King. Not even 30 seconds later, a huge whitish-grey cloud of tear gas started to surround the street.
compulsive shopping
At one point, I even considered becoming an escort to make extra money to fund my addiction. Ultimately, I just couldn’t imagine busting it wide for a pair of Prada wingtips.
ihtm
I started hoarding my hairballs in high school. Now I keep the hairballs in my purse pocket, the way other women would guard a confidence-boosting lipstick or nicotine gum.
car accident
gender issues
After spotting the books on display I snapped a surreptitious photo and uploaded it to Twitter. I called the books “insanely offensive,” which was a feeling shared by other users.
cone of shame
No, no, not the puke on the face part. But that cone! It's a real ice-breaker, I tell you.
dogs
One second it was a nice morning, the next second three rottweilers* were snarling and chomping on my dog like they were starving and she was filet mignon.
cosmetic surgery
Two boyfriends, in the last two years, have asked me to get augment my behind. As in surgically alter it.