There is something about a very spare, minimal shop with only a few items that makes me reluctant to shop there. I know my brain is supposed to think that they have very few items because each item is very exclusive but all I can think is that they can't possibly have what I'm looking for. Anybody else have this issue?

Additionally, cramming my maternity leave into the eight days of sick leave I had accrued has certainly affected my opinion on having a second child.

Maternal death nothing: PINTEREST-BASED COMPETITION HAS MADE BEING A MOTHER IN THE UNITED STATES UNBEARABLE!

This is just middle-age depressing, which I am now. I miss the days when I just got out of bed, lit a smoke, made a Bodum of heavy-duty coffee and looked at my class schedule for the day. Now it's all bran cereal, complex-brew teas and memorizing twenty vitamins I have to take every morning.

I can't read the word "cordial" without thinking of Anne of Green Gables.

I'm absolutely dying at the swiffer cats!

YES! Brettons are all about the tradition, no? Gaël/Gaelle throws me every time. Not bretton, but I also find "fréderic/Frédérique troubling.

It's real. And it's everywhere (here).

My circle seems to just be trolling with the old names at this point. At a recent playdate, I had to contend with a Hugue, a Hugo, a Maxence, an Adélaïde, an Agnès, and a Marie-Neige (Mary of the Snow. I kid you not.) I'm trolling them back with my petites Parisiennes, Uma and Mia.

Nope. It's also her fetus and it's entire existence is solely dependent on the woman, as the fetus is parasitic. The man incurs no risk. And I have biology and the Supreme Court on my side.

This is LITERALLY next level bonkers!

We should follow him on twitter :0)

Jason Mantzoukas is in this; I will watch it and his beard.

For sure, I never wear makeup, not because I don't like it; but because I'm too fucking lazy. I LOVE makeup, but, other than mascara, blush and lipstick, I'm pretty useless.

...The things I would have said...in response to having a nice dress and martini waiting.

I realize I've made this comment on a few article, so my apologies for repeating myself, but once again I am reminded about how grateful I am that I am not famous, not dating anyone famous, and don't have to have my personal life plastered across magazines. I over-analyze my dating (or lack of dating) life enough as…

I think it's the difference between high class and low class douches.

No judgement for Selena Gomez from me. I dated a 40 year old when I was 23 (aka two years ago) and it was great. We're still friends.

On the sidewalk outside my friend's house, someone wrote "dink dink" into the cement while it was drying. We do the Law and Order "dink dink" every time we walk over it.

Has anyone ever been on an online date that was soul-suckingly depressing? I've been on plenty of dates with jerks, sleazes, liars, etc. but just ran across a new type of sad online date. This one guy had been checking out and sent me a couple of "hi" notes but because he didn't put that much in his profile I never…