My phone always tries to autocorrect “gym” to “fun” and I’m like, what are you trying to tell me?
found this gem in the 1996 Cornell Women’s Handbook. it’s what to say when a guy tries to get out of using a condom
There’s this one male cashier around my age at the supermarket who consistently calls me “sweetheart.” As I near my mid-30s these types of dismissively sexist comments annoy me more and more. Should I just let it go, or should I say something?
I think you’ll find “I’m not your fucking…
Seriously, all of this applies right now.
What sucks at the end of a relationship is thinking about all the time and effort you put into the other person. You replay every good moment and question how bad the worst really was. And then you think about this person you care for and how they are going to do all the things you did together but with someone who isn’t you.
I just looked at the master schedule for my job (fall and spring semesters of classes) and I got incredibly nauseated. The worst part of summer is forgetting “how to teach.” It’s not that I forget what to do but my schedule changes so drastically for two months and then I’m expected to jump back in like everything is normal again. I need to start prepping for the 5 classes they’ve given me: English 9, English 10, English 10 Honors, English 11, and Desktop Publishing. I can’t seem to pull together enough motivation to actually wake up and plan.
Just a reminder that you’re whole without someone else. You are not a fraction. You’re a complete masterpiece all by yourself and you do not need anyone else to validate your existence.