I would have shrugged and pointed out that if he didn't like my big boobs there were plenty of other guys who would. And then suggested that he start looking for a new apartment while he was out running.

I suspect the answer is that then they wouldn't have any leverage with which to attempt to guilt the other party into sex/another date/whatever else it is that they want.

It's as San Francisco as reminding your friends to take a jacket when it's currently warm and sunny, but 4 pm is rapidly approaching.

Do you know how late they're open at the weekend? They're not walkable for me, but hey, there's plenty of parking. The New Orleans iced coffee is amazing.

Actually for next time you're there, Mint Plaza would be workable from the FiDi. It's a bit of a walk, maybe 15-20 mins from the middle of the FiDi, but probably still less frustrating than the Ferry Building! Pretty place, but it really is a pain in the ass, so I only go there if there are multiple stops I want to…

Even some of the music is the same! My mother's family are Episcopalian and any time I've been to a Catholic ceremony I've known some of the hymns.

Public service announcement! Guys like the one featured above - if you wish to exchange money or material goods for sex and/or companionship, hire a sex worker. People who you go on dates with are not obligated to give you sex no matter how much money you spend, unless that's been agreed in advance. Treating random…

Have you ever been to the location that's right in the middle of all the lofts? I have no idea what to call that area, sort of Oakland Marina-ish, near Chinatown.

I recommend avoiding the Blue Bottle kiosk in the Ferry Building, it's always ridiculous. The one in Mint Plaza is much easier to get served at! There's also a kiosk in the New People mall in Japantown.

Sorry, I'm still going to vote for Blue Bottle.

That's actually a great idea. Here's another one - if you want to watch streaming media, YouTube, etc, you have to pedal. If you don't pedal fast enough, the video feed slows down, like a record player set to the wrong speed.

Isn't 15 a bit old to be pretending to be Tinkerbell? Also, it's not like the fact that Disney is super strict about protecting its brand is news.

"Yeah, well, I hugged the coolest First Lady ever, and she told me that I was awesome."

Question - does it actually manage to be even more disempowering than the original Twilight books? Because if so, well, that certainly is some sort of achievement.

Wouldn't she be pretty much exactly the target audience?

Argh! Is this another Jenny McCarthy thing?

This makes me wonder many things about the author. I mean, I know it's basically a repurposed fanfic, and if it had been written by a 12 year old the "oh no she doesn't masturbate" thing would make sense, but from a middle aged woman...

Sharp little shards of whatever it is that just shattered - just what every man wants around his penis when he's just had an orgasm.

Please tell me this is not a real thing. Is she trying to out-creepy Stephanie Meyers?

Give those as examples, then. And then prove that it happens anything like as often as it does when it's men doing it to women.