This reminds me very much of the time I went to see da Vinci's Last Supper monstrously hungover and nearly had to throw up while locked in there with my then-boyfriend, now-husband's entire family. Fortunately, like the author here, the airlock opened in time and the fresh air mostly solved the issue.
@harebell Woah, friend, I never said my experience was universal. I was just agreeing with several other posters in this thread, who also had similar experiences to mine. I wish the author of this article the best; even if I can't understand her choices or feelings at all I'm not suggesting they're any less valid than mine.
@KillaWafers Also pregnant, also not getting the feral feeling. Unless by "feral" she means "pukey."
@SarahDances Oh god, agreed. I commented on someone's post of it on facebook, "Where's the version where the woman has her own sexual agency instead of being passed from one man to another like chattel?"
On OK, Cupid?
Haters (as my mother would call them) be damned, I'm a believer in OKC. They kept showing and showing me this dude until I was like OK, OKCUPID, I'LL TALK TO HIM, GOD. Four and a half years later we're married, baby on the way. So.
You're singing my early-thirties tune here; it is comprised of stomach gurgles as well. If you didn't live in far-away Brooklyn I would suggest we get brunch (eggs optional).
I could never picture my ideal wedding, so I got married at city hall in a fun 50's dress and it turns out that WAS my ideal wedding.
Jolie, you being back on the Hairpin is all:
@leylusha I literally came here to say this, nearly verbatim. Seriously, 3D pipes were my JAM in college (I am an Old). And 3D text had its moments, when you really wanted to be passive-aggressive towards your roommate, not that *I* ever did such a thing
These are so great. How are these so great? Please do ALL THE PEOPLE!