“We are not born hating our bodies, we are taught to.”
One of the surprises of the Dystopian World of Corona are the long periods of … absolutely nothing. I was under the impression that there would be a lot more action going on.
Also, who was that one guy in that one movie?
The search is on for a new nightgown. I’ve scoured the mall and most of the internet with no luck.
You quickly compose a text, hit send, and then shriek in horror as you realize you have just sent a sexy post to your not-sexy colleague. Or you sent an expletive-filled rant meant for someone else to your nice Aunt Mary. And there’s no getting it back.
Fourteen years ago, I married a European. English is not his first language, or his second or third or fourth. And because of that, in our early days, we often misunderstood each other in hilarious ways. Even though his English was pretty good, figures of speech left him completely flummoxed.
How to deal with excessive corona-caused cabin fever
It’s hot as (meat)balls in my kitchen right now. I love to cook, but I do not love to sweat. That means I spend as little time as I can at the stove. It’s salad time, and before I lose you, let me reassure you that I’m not talking about the boring little piles of iceberg lettuce you may have subsisted on during past diets.
If someone had told me I would be a plus-size model in my 30s I never would have believed it.