I know! Massive shudders!

The trade-off does indeed appear to be mass shootings. Which definitely sucks way more than all the fauna on both continents put together. The wildlife might kill you, but at least it isn't obscene.

Yeah, it's the Americans that will get you every time!

Yeah, easy for an Aussie. You guys are seriously badass. But I'm just too grossed out by large bugs. Super pathetic, I know. It's weird, too, because I wasn't this way when I was little. When I was five my sweet mom traipsed all over San Francisco looking for a praying mantis egg sac, I wanted one so badly.

You scoop it from the rear with a spoon? Yeah, that's not happening. Unless the spoon has a ten-foot handle and I get to wear a hazmat suit.

yes.

I'd say that whatever progressive qualities he has are located not in his worldview (which seems pretty middle-of-the-road to me) but in his approach to comedy.

Besides which, at that age you don't know what you're going to want for the REST OF YOUR LIFE.

It's not surprising that Ms. Rose's science looks flawed to you. From an epidemiological perspective, it certainly is. Ms. Rose is a neuroscientist, not an epidemiologist, and she's only interested in exploring the relationship between brain chemistry and certain aspects of general health. It may be only a "little bit…

Yes, you're definitely right on all counts. I just thought she made more of an effort to identify her views as individual and personal than most people do, so I kind of felt like she deserved credit for that. But your response in the opposite direction is easy to understand.

She was speaking for herself.

Chill the fuck out, would you?

If it is, I'm going to hell. Where I'll probably end up anyway.

Very, very true.

I think we're talking about unconditional love, not love based on deserts.

Just remember, honey, everything is the way it is NOW. It's a snapshot. Your friends, already in grad school? Who knows how that will work out for them? For you?

Exactly!

Yes! Me too! And I don't have to worry about flattering or not — I look like a cow in everything. A pretty cow, but you know, bovine.

Thing I love about my husband #674: he is unfailingly courteous and respectful towards service workers.

Ridiculously awesome. I'm totally cracking up now.