This is an awesome story. Fun fact: I work in a sausage house, and our chef overcooked some ribs a bit. So I read this entire story while gnawing on the biggest pork rib you’ve ever seen.

Also, why do these people, WHO DON’T KNOW ME, care so goddamn much about my occasional pizza selection. Let a bitch live, damn.

Do not spend a second of your life worrying about me.

I think it’s awesome that Durianrider cannot reproduce and Freelee has no desire to. The buck stops with them. I can’t think of a better outcome.

Isn’t it bizarre when you wind up in a little corner of the internet acting like a sleuth and trying to dissect drama that’s none of your business?? For a few weeks I was in this rabbit hole of some girl on tumblr who would beg for money and it turned out she just used it all on drugs and not her medical issues and…

I can’t think of a legit reason for my boyfriend to have my account and phone passwords. He has his own accounts and phone. Why would he need mine? Absent some actual suspicions about something, why would I demand that he give me his? I don’t believe that just because I’m part of a couple, I have to give up all…

Yeah, “red flags” are easy to spot in hindsight, but so often they are perfectly consistent with innocent behavior. You can’t go through life just assuming that every slightly odd behavior is something dark and nefarious. There’s an implicit trust you just have to have in people that the things they are doing…

Exactly. I divorced a man that I found out had been going on Craigslist having sex with strangers—both men and women—for our entire marriage. I had no idea at all. Not even an inkling. I definitely didn’t know he was bisexual, and I didn’t know he was cheating on me. I told someone about it once and they refused to…

Stories like this are just so tragic, and depressingly common. People are so capable of hiding things that when loved ones find out the truth it’s devastating. Like, maybe they knew that their spouse had a bit of a problem turning off the internet at night before bed, but who would presume that that was because they…

I have a friend who went to U Penn with Trump Sr. Yes, the one running for President. My friend is an older, East Coast conservative family white man, and he *despises* Trump. He describes Trump as the most despicable, venal human being he has ever met, with no redeeming characteristics.

I was at Penn at the same time as Melker. Donnie was indeed a sad sack of a human being who peed everywhere and assaulted everyone. He belonged to the most rape-y of rape-y fraternities and comfortably communicated with his asshat brothers in the misogynist language of his father and...he just sucked. He really did…

Being friends with your person’s exes is unnatural. I’m not even a jealous person, but if we’re happy as is, why invite potential drama.

That’s interesting because I’m also totally cool with being friends with my girlfriend’s exes as long as they don’t contact me or her or look at me or her or exist on Earth.

i’m fine being pals with all of my wife’s exes...as long as i am better looking and more endowed than them.

That outfit though.

Can we agree that “gives Nick Jonas a boner” is an inappropriate casting parameter?

I’ve wondered the same thing, because they never try to recruit me yet seem to gravitate toward a male friend of mine. I guess I’m just not their type?

They encroached on some other less animal.

Unlike monsters who think tacos are sandwiches.

It goes hand in hand with the whole notion that women can’t be trusted to make our own decisions , especially re our own bodies (look at all the ridiculous laws & practices surrounding birth control; I was prevented getting an IUD because I hadn’t had kids; women can’t get their tubes tied because “what if you change…