I don't know, I know several men who liked "Bridesmaids." Male characters were pretty marginal in that movie. It was just funny.

Hear hear! Why can't we have a completely bifurcated society? Men raising boys, women raising girls, and we only ever get together to make new people.

I am so happy multiple people's minds went to her. She was so cool.

Probably just the first two.

Pretty sure everyone is at least dimly aware of Georgia O'Keefe in the same way they know Raphael's name but probably can't name a single thing he did.

That's where my mind went, too.

I didn't know who Raphael was when I was nine, haha! That's how I learned the name.

I know. It's not like there were no women artists in that period. I get that they weren't as famous as a mangled sculpture, but most American children don't really know who Raphael is.

As long as all you magical unicorns that never fight don't expect that the only healthy relationships look like yours, good for you. I don't envy you, but it doesn't really matter whether I do.

Probably the healthiest attitude.

That makes sense. I live in Oregon, and our garbage is open to the air, but the container is small enough that we have to change it frequently. It's at the end of the counter and doesn't bother anyone. We don't even get flies.

I first balance rating against number of ratings and then zero in on one star reviews. If people say the food is great but the service was a little slow ("but they *were* kinda slammed.") and they didn't like their table, I know it's probably a decent place. I then skim the others to check for commonalities. It helps…

This is cool and all, but it doesn't take into account hardiness zones, which vary widely even across very small regions.

Maybe it was the low bar the author set in the intro, but I didn't think this was that bad. It's not that long and he doesn't seem to be applying kind of emotional pressure to the recipients. He even points out that this strategy has netted him female friends without making it sound like he was disappointed by it. My…

I need to be able to star this comment more than once.

Reading these and seeing how many I've taught myself to say correctly over the years kind of makes me feel like a giant loser.

One of the worst things is when I tell my partner a joke or a funny story while he's on his iPad and he starts laughing hysterically, and I laugh a little too, and then it turns out he's laughing at something on the Internet.

You can get them in bulk pretty cheap online or by searching garage sales.

Lightning* I'm sorry but it's not lightening. Unless you mean she's getting paler. A paler rod.

My cousin named her son Brighton. It actually seems like a really cute name to me.