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Every time you try to take a “going out” selfie, one of you looks completely busted and you have to redo it again.

I get that the green screen is supposed to be the silly part, but isn’t it also his shirt, at least a little bit?

They called my name, and one hour later, I walked out with my prescription. I can’t remember exactly how much it all cost, but given that I could afford it at that time in my life, it couldn’t have been much.

Never once in my time in France were my papers looked at, even though I had them on me nearly at all times. I partied, I drank, I did stupid things, but I never feared for my immigration status.

You are only allowed to argue the merits and importance of tipping culture if you have worked in the service industry to support yourself in the past 10 years.

Every woman — and I imagine every man — knows what it feels like to want to be just a notch or two more beautiful than you are, and no matter how relatively unimportant attractiveness is in comparison to sense of humor, intelligence, or kindness, it’s a trap that everyone falls into now and again.

While I would be the first to picket the closing of an abortion clinic, donate to a domestic violence shelter, or get out and vote for local politicians who align with pro-woman politics, I simply do not care about a Robin Thicke song. I simply do not have time to worry about whether or not a sitcom is portraying a housewife in a shallow way.

You’re someone who takes things seriously in life, be it school or work or how much you love pumpkins. It’s a tough life, but a rewarding one, if you are strong enough to follow it.

It’s hard to really think about what kind of a husband he’d be, as prying yourself away from his limitless blue eyes is like choosing to stop eating a pint of Haagen Dazs when you’re only two spoonfuls in.