Do you understand Douchebag?

I've officially been 29 for one whole week. Happy anniversary to me.

In honor of this special day, I'd like to impart a little wisdom because I'm nothing if not a little wiser at the ripe old age of 29 (gfaw). At this important crossroads, walking the fine line between 20something and 30ish, I feel I have something to give. And give I shall, dear Readers. Give I shall.

I'd like to think of myself as a woman of the world, not just as one who travels and loves to do so, but as one who can cross cultures and boundaries when it comes to speaking foreign and oft confusing and intricate languages like Douchebag. Yes, it is a language and yes, I understand it fluently. I remain firm, however, that it is a language I dare not speak.

And now you're left wondering, "How does she understand Douchebag?" When you've been around it as often as I have, you just learn to pick it up. And I've had a lot of practice, especially this week.

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