Okay, I'm probably going to catch flack for this. I even feel bad because I'm making a generalization, and I try really hard not to stereotype people. With that said, here goes.

You did it, so I don't have to. Bravo!

Nope, all of them. They closed for good on January 18th, I think. The website redirects to Sonsi.com.

They totally did the thing where they jack up the prices on their house brands so it seems like you're getting a great deal on sale, but I loved them for work clothes. I got two very Zooey Deschanel dresses there about two years ago that I LOVED. I was forever asking for gift cards and trolling for clearance there. So…

Aren't there far more offensive tees being made that they could have raised a stink about? Taylor Swift being teased on a shirt because she dates anything in celeb-dom with a dick and a pulse is small potatoes, Swifties. Have you seen the T-Shirt Hell selection?

Maybe I'm a weirdo hippie freakshow, but getting a gift basket of goodies curated by the gift giver with a sweet message like that would be a lovely gift that I would treasure. Especially because it included marshmallow fluff, which is the elixir of the gods.

This was me at every single meeting held by my last manager. The most soul deadening part of it all was the end:

Wait...are the corporate overlords upset because we aren't emotionally connected to our positions in which we are viewed as numbers who can be cut loose at any time for no reason at all? Can't imagine why we feel this way...it couldn't be the loss of pensions or decent matching 401K contributions, job security, and…

Ummm yeah. If anyone came into my room trying to hawk stuff to me shortly after my 2nd daughter's birth (when the morphine took a hard turn into bad reaction hell instead of blissful pain relief) I'm pretty sure they would have left with flesh wounds.

Where I gave birth, they had two different types of gift bags, one for the breastfeeding mother, another for the formula feeding mother. I got a nipple shield (loved it) from Medela, lanolin, and lactation pads in the BF bag.

You are brave, and you're being a great mother by making the right decision for you and your babies. Stay strong. Sending hugs.

I've only ever seen my father cry one time. He's the classic masculine male, breadwinner, stoic, not physically affectionate, but always supportive of me and my endeavors. I was going through a rough time as a teenager, and things were chaotic in my house, because my mom was cheating on my dad, and using me as her…

Will do. I'm a recent transplant from the Midatlantic, and I got really used to not worrying about my lady freedoms being messed with. I knew that I'd have to deal with culture shock here, but this really is getting ridiculous.

...and the Houston News said nothing about those things.

"Hark, the Herald Angels Sing" FTW. Also, "Angels we have heard on high". I'm as non-christian as they come, but I love those two.

Um, yes. I'll join you if there's Riesling.

I just moved to Texas, and I'm kind of terrified I'm going to be stoned on my front lawn if I come out as not a Christian. Seriously. Everywhere I go, the people I interact with are trying to get me to come to their church. Nice people, but I just don't subscribe to the whole big guy in the sky who cares about you…

Those dresses could help me complete my dream '40s wardrobe. Squee! (I dig #3 too.)

Travolta's Baltimore accent was bullshit in that movie. He sounded way more midwest than Bawlmer, hon. That alone has kept me from seeing more than five minutes of the Travolta one. Plus, you know, the lack of Divine, Ricki Lake, and Mink Stole.

True story: I bought my prom dress from the Hefty Hideaway. It's not called that in real life, but the store they shot in is actually a pretty well known formal/bridal store called Stella's. I'm a little bummed they didn't have a dress covered in roaches (I totally would have wore it) but I did find a very…