Notice how it's only women who marry themselves (as far as we know). Being married - to anyone - is quite obviously something only women feel they have to do to. Because otherwise they'd miss out on the fabulous white gown and romantic updo.

I hate poofy wedding dresses. Like, hatehatehate them. On everyone, except possibly royals (because they're actual princesses getting married in gigantic churches with hundreds of guests, so poofy is fine because it balances out the size of the wedding).

I'm not a hook-up girl, I'm wife material

Porn is never going to be politically correct. Never.

Can I at least get the beard back? I loved the beard even more than the paunch.

I get it, I'm the only one here who thinks he looked hotter before. Not that my feedback should make an iota of difference.

Another guy who thinks he'll be hotter if he drops 30 pounds. It doesn't work that way, people.

I guess the judge ruled that naming your kid "Nutella", quite apart from Nutella being a registered trademark, would expose the poor kid to no end of bullying.

It's mainland Italy, Marche. The nun was likely one of many who come in from all over the world, since Italian women who take the veil are a dying breed. I'm having trouble working out why a cloistered nun would end up on the other side of the world, since all they do is live indoors and pray, but I'm a long-lapsed…

It was Italy, but the nun is not Italian.

Very likely. She is described as "very innocent" and may not have actually known what was going on. Somebody obviously took advantage of that.
That said, since she was cloistered, there is only a limited range of males she may have come in contact with. All they have to do to get to the culprit is a DNA test.

I was an awkward, shy, gawky teenager who craved acceptance. My aunt Lu, who loved me very much and could not get over my utter lack of personal style, decided to take me to her hairdresser for a much-needed makeover. This was the '80s, a time of perms and leftover punk haircuts: the hairdresser thought I'd want…

Love. It.

This has got "box office smash" written all over it.

One person in a party of several may be fine in some establishments (depending on food regulations: but what happens if that person gets food poisoning from their own food and blames the restaurant for it?) Two people demanding to sit in a restaurant eating their own food is bonkers. If you have such severe allergies,…

First Footloose, now this. Why is Julianne Hough allowed to besmirch every single precious memory from my childhood and teenage years?

He probably thought that the qualifier in "pedophile" was "phile".

They won't. If I were clinging that hard to the idea that my child is a "good kid" I wouldn't risk having that illusion shattered.
But maybe somebody else will, and eventually it'll get back to him. Sooner or later, what he did will come back to bite him in the ass, hopefully before he does any more damage.

People seem to have a lot of trouble just accepting that people like other people to varying degrees, because they feel they have to pare this information down to make it fit their experience of sexuality. And since it won't, they squeeze the concept until it does. Hence the silly questions about "choosing sides".…

I love your choice of words there. "Frumpy". I'm waiting for the day when coming out as gay or bi is so commonplace it won't be coming out anymore. Because everyone will be out, all the time.