here are some of mine:

• excessive speeding
• calling sports “sportsball”
• mashing the straw wrapper against the table to open it
• being too into astrology
• being too anti astrology
• has more than 5k followers on any platform

cultural appropriation discourse is alive and well on X (formerly known as Twitter)

The little mushy texts, the “I miss you”’s when it’s only been an hour since you last saw each other, opening your eyes every morning and “hello my angel” being the first thing you hear, the way you just melt into each other so easily and even when the world is falling apart you know it’s all going to be ok as long as this one person is ok…

You move through the world so differently when you’re cherished that way. You are so much more kind and forgiving and bright.

A lack of love is a terrible thing, and I hope one day love finds each and every miserable person so they can change too.

Lesbians and bi women dating women just say girlfriend because it’s not the 1950s and you won’t get thrown into a psych ward for being fruity. Partner feels like a dog whistle used by women in straight relationships to signal how progressive they are. It’s never an effeminate looking man either, it’s always some scruffy dude who likes doing impressions of Mario characters at parties.

Edit: I’ve really upset women with long term boyfriends who refuse to propose.

I can’t stop myself from snooping at what people are looking at on their phones or computers when I’m in public. My last flight I spent the entire 2 hours reading the woman beside me’s laptop screen. I know who is and who is not getting accepted for the University of Calgary’s biomedical grant program.

The one time I was on a proper subway(?) in Chicago it was like a treasure trove of snooping. Gay lover quarrels, drug deals, and a sweet young girl letting her mum know her exam went well.

I cannot stop this activity, I simply need to snoop

I do wear dark reflective lenses in public almost 100% of the time so I tell myself they don’t know I’m looking. They probably do though. Maybe they don’t care idk

i dabble a bit in true crime media (i know, i know) and it really weighs on me that thousands of people love another person, even have children with them, and ultimately kill them. the stats are one thing but hearing it as storytelling is so jarring. romantic love seems like one of the only refuges from the cruelty of the world and so often transforms into the ultimate cruelty.

To me he’s like those guys who are covered in tattoos and have cool clothes and hair and everything else but despite every possible signifier, you can just tell the guy is NOT cool—it’s too studied. The guy is a skin walker.

Hasan is better looking than most of those guys, but there’s still something about him that rings completely false and hollow to me.

I’ve never watched his stream or whatever he does. Just going by pics I’ve seen.

In my lib pro-feminism social media bubble, I already see a huge number of hate posts pouring in for white women "voting against their interests."

Gonna be interesting to see how many there are for minorities in the same fashion. Protect yourselves girls. Don't let hate win and all that.

“Most likely barstool smoke shows”

22 years old in the big apple, baby

i had a brief stint at my most mentally ill where i would post selfies all the time on my twitter and sometimes on random subreddits for validation. when they implemented visible bookmark counts on twitter, i checked my older face posts and wanted to vomit. maybe it’s just my post attention whore clarity, but now i feel vapid and cringe and regret putting pictures of myself up online for any freak to save to his hard drive forever. i feel like posting photos of yourself to like your small instagram page or something is fine, but anything like twitter, reddit, or 4chan just feels scary now

Does anyone else experience this? Came back from my in-laws (boyfriend's parents but whatever) this weekend and my MIL has gained some weight recently (she was already a little bigger). She kept joking about me gaining weight and kept trying to feed me (in a joking way but she would literally go get the food and present it to me).

I also experienced something similar at Thanksgiving when my aunt kept making comments on my body and told me I was too skinny and needed to gain weight (I'm only 5'4" and range between 118-122 (size 2/4) so I'm not even super skinny or anything). My aunt is also overweight.

Part of me wants to blame middle aged women bc they're the worst offenders but idk even other girls my age (23F) can be kinda snarky. This shit gets to me though because I'm the knock-on-wood type of person and I feel like they're trying to curse me with their words idk

I have moments occasionally where I really do wish I was a man and a couple struck me at once the other night in Nashville and it makes me so sad. First - I saw someone with a Tigers hat and was about to approach him but his girlfriend glared at me. Okay whatever. Next there was this guy with really great dance moves and energy so I started clapping along to him and the song- and his friend goes "Would you suck it?" . I try to be empathetic towards Male Loneliness but shit like this makes it so difficult. I can't interact with men casually because when I do the assumption is that I want to have sex with them. Mind you I'm a lesbian and objectively ugly (not a dig just the truth). I can't even imagine how much worse that guy's comment could've been if I was prettier. My god. And the myriad of men constantly asking if I'm cold in a condescending manner after I struck up conversation (i am from a very cold state 45 degrees F will not phase me). There was one good interaction I had with a dude who wanted to bum a cigarette. We had a lovely chat! But that moment felt like the exception and not the rule. I just want to move through the world without having to assess whether an action of mine will be seen as an advance of some kind. I promise I'm not trying to gender war I just really want to be friends with people. Take this all with a grain of salt as I am indeed drunk.

You genuinely cannot make this shit up

Searching for outfit inspiration on Instagram and quickly finding that "mid size" no longer means people who are US 8-10-12.

No. Now it's just women who don't want to call themselves plus-size. They're not speaking to actual concerns for mid-size people (proportional dressing, weight fluctuations, being thin but having fat parts, etc.). It just feels taken over by body positivity.

I don't want to be called "small" because of culture shift. I'm not small. I have Irish hips and constantly fight a genetic inclination to be fat. To be called skinny isn't a compliment - it's a disservice and it further serves as fuel for the delusion that society-wide obesity isn't horribly harmful.

yah my shorts are untied :(

much and many thanks to my muslim friend and his other muslim friend <3

I really do feel like that’s what I was put on this earth for. I just want to be a mom so bad. I used to not even want kids when I was younger but now that I am almost 28, it’s all I want.

teaching myself to cook via instagram reels and my Italian impulses. never executed an actual recipe before moving in with my fiancé (calorie conscious, lived in nyc, lazy) and am surprisingly enjoying the ritual of it all. everything i’ve made has turned out pretty tasty except for the one time I tried to make stuffed acorn squash (disaster). we are hosting our first dinner party in our new place next week and I am really excited - tips/menu recommendations welcome but please do not be cruel

Once I was 23 and in the throes of a very painful lesbian situationship wherein I was being brutally betrayed. My friends and family despised my evil girlfriend. I knew I had to stop seeing her. During this saga I went out for corporate drinks with my very glamorous manager. She was in her 50’s, beautiful, rich, athletic, and lived an incredibly adventurous life. I told her my pathetic fiasco and waited to hear the same therapy style drivel I’d heard from literally everyone in my life: leave her! respect yourself! yadda yadda. Instead, she sipped her martini, leaned in very close to me, and said: you need to do whatever the fuck you want. We sat in silence for a few moments – each paralyzed by the sincerity and intensity of what she’d said. It meant the world to me. I went on to do what I wanted – see my evil girlfriend for a few more weeks until I tasted the sweet asphalt of rock bottom for my damn self – and then I was free.

I share this story because a lot of young women come to this forum and ask about who and what they should be. They seem truly fearful of the consequences of their actions on the entirety of their lives. The best thing you can do when you’re young is whatever the fuck you feel like doing. Things will even out. Learn something, love yourself.

and not in a cute 'chaotic' way, in like a serious failure-to-thrive way. I'm 26 and I've spent the past 5 years of my life basically rotting in bed or scrolling online too much. I tried blocking reddit on my laptop by editing the host file, but I of course then just memorized how to block/unblock it so that doesn't really work too well anymore. I'm self-employed which means that I justify having my laptop at home with me way too much (should leave it at my workplace more often, but unfortunately the place where I leave it at work isn't exactly secure either). I spend hours dissociating every day; even on good days I usually dissociate for probably at least 2 hours, usually at the end of the day when I'm tired. I find that if I really push myself and try to not be lazy, I can go a few days in a row without tons of dissociation and staring into space, but then usually I crash after that and become so dissociated/physically ill that I can't do get myself anything for the following 1-2 days. I had a rough week in terms of hyperarousal/hypervigilance a few weeks ago and it led to me getting some mysterious illness resembling COVID or the flu (tested negative for both though) and it absolutely wiped me out for like 6 days; I'm doing mostly better now but my cardio fitness seems to be way reduced. I have a PTSD diagnosis and also meet a lot of the diagnostic criteria for CFS but sometimes I wonder if I'm just really fucking lazy. I had so much 'potential' when I was younger (grew up upper-middle-class, was a striver in an artistic career and actually did a ton of great work between the ages of 18-21) but since the trauma I just have done nothing. I'm single and asexual now, don't really find much pleasure in things I used to enjoy (music, being outside, even just having feelings idk), don't really get emotionally attached to people in the sense of actually feeling affection (even if on a cognitive level I really care about people), and don't have many friends whom I ever see in person. I have three friends whom I'd actually consider close; none of them have met each other, and only one of them lives remotely close by. I don't really have good relationships with anyone in my family (not absolutely horrible relationships but like... definitely not good ones either, there's not a lot you can do to come back from being the scapegoat or being blamed for the events that caused trauma). I've been to like 10 different therapists in the past 5 years but most of them have been really unhelpful and judgmental and have just been like 'well you're irresponsible you should try harder' and it's like... yes, I am well aware, how do I get myself to do that???

edit: having thought about this a little more, I think I need to 1) find a new therapist and 2) not be hard on myself for having not done too much today, because it seems like the primary factor driving my anhedonia is frequent levels of 11/10 stress that basically cause me to black out dissociate. The times when I'm able to enjoy things at least a little bit tend to be when I'm well-regulated and not having an emotional flashback/freeze/shutdown response/panic attack. my life needs to become very boring lol

edit again to clarify: I don't think I'm depressed; I've been depressed before, and what I'm experiencing now does not seem to be depression. I also have tried just about every treatment/behavioral strategy for depression on the planet and none of them have ever worked; in fact, most of them (behavioral/mental or psychiatric) have made my issues worse. I'm pretty sure that my issues originate from PTSD, which is fundamentally very different than depression. I should not post 🤦🏻‍♀️

Most of the relationship I’ve processed but this in particular has stuck in my brain as a “wtf” moment because he wasn’t trolling, he genuinely thought this. In a room with three healthy women he was like “I want to cure period pain, I want to return them to what they were historically that’s why I’m doing psychology”. wtf???

His argument was that period cramps weren’t documented throughout history, therefore women weren’t meant to have them and that painful periods were the fault of modern diets and microplastics lmao. I’m pretty sure it was documented, it just wasn’t taken seriously because well, women weren’t taken seriously for much of history.

He even gave me unsolicited fertility supplements to boost my fertility and reduce my period to become painless. I got mine when I was 14 as an active teen on the tennis team, eating really healthy mostly organic food lmao. And it was still painful on the first day I got it. He would say “well I know this other girl with painless periods so blahblah”

Yes he had severe mommy issues to the point he and his mom would walk around naked in the apartment.