A few months ago, I purchased three pairs of THINX, tried them out, and loved them despite a few bumps in the road.
This article is about fanfiction. I turned this fun hobby into a chore, into a job, into a source of soul-crushing stress.
I broke my phone a few weeks ago and the new one would not arrive for about three weeks. No phone for three weeks. No texting, no calling, no Snapchat, no Instagram, NO POKEMON GO.
And I survived.
We pity the dead, but what is it like to be the one who was left behind?
THINX is like a reusable pad – except it’s reusable underwear. It’s period-proof panties. And Michelle tried them.
Some claim that American democracy is dead, but it is a zombie. It’ll rise up again.