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I'm glad Lea Michelle got a dog. I got a puppy a few months before my boyfriend died in 2009, and damn, they really do help with the grieving process. Therapy, talking, time, sure, those all definitely help as well. But there's something about an animal that is just always happy and always loving that truly got me

Using "quotations" incorrectly always "bugs" me.

I really don't think they should name a dish after Donald Trump. It'll just feed his ego.

Exactly. So they think this child should have kept the baby that was conceived when her step-grandfather raped her. It's awesome that someone is bringing a suit against the judge, but that's where the awesomeness stops.

I watched this last night. It's sad, really. Their eldest daughter is 13-years-old, and I find it very hard to believe that she hasn't asked any questions or doesn't hear about this case from kids at school. They're living in serious denial. How is it possible that they don't even know exactly how many charges are

I love this idea! I must tell everyone I know and try to make this a "thing".

Luckily, you're talking to a woman who is both in the psychology field (though not a sex therapist) and one who has slept with over 20 men. Though I don't feel capable or comfortable "diagnosing" you, I can certainly give you some tips or advice.

There is absolutely terrible. The ads on Facebook always have the weirdest, most unrelated photos. I usually get ones about psychology programs or counselor "opportunities" next to a photo of a random tattoo or someone's foot. Dear Facebook- I do not want to be a foot counselor, but thanks anyway.

Wow I'm sorry to hear that happened to you! You would think gynecologists would understand vaginismus and know how handle patients who have it. I actually had to find out about the condition myself, because the mean doctor never even suggested that I might have it (though my next doctor helped a lot). Hope you're

Yup, believe it or not. It truly scarred me. Since I had vaginismus, visits to the gynecologist were already painful and stressful enough, and added to that was the trauma of her words haunting me. I did switch gynos, and the next lady was fabulous and very understanding. But I still could never, and can never, forget

I can't tell if you are serious or not...

I think my first gynecologist was even worse.

I just about had an aneurysm when I Google-searched Alek Wek (I admit I didn't know her by name, but once I saw her face I instantly knew who she was.) When you start to type her name into Google, the first "suggestion" that comes up is, "Alek Wek ugly". How absolutely infuriating. Wek has a very unique look, but it's

I'll have you know that this happens all the time! In the past week, I received emails from three different people (strangers, in another country, who were billionaires but died and didn't have any next-of-kin) randomly informing me that they were leaving all their money to ME! Crazy, right?? I can't believe my luck!

This is how I pictured "Sophia & Rose":

Is this real life? :(

Ah, a diaper pail makes sense... I guess. Dogs are gross. When mine kisses me, I have to remember that he most likely ate his own shit earlier that day. I've heard that they do it because there are nutrients in it... but I'd doubt there would be nutrients for dogs in human feces. I don't know. Not really something I

Wait what... human feces?? How.. why... what??

I know there's a ton of comments on this article, and I think I'm still in "the grey", although I have no idea how or why that works. (I use a burner account, but I used to be a starred commenter. Oh well.) Anyway, if anyone can see me down here, does anyone have any experience or knowledge about surrogates??

I'm kind of in the same boat as you! I was pre-med in college, majoring in psychology, with plans to become a psychiatrist. I took (and did fairly well on) the MCATs, but many of those subjects (like physics and organic/inorganic chemistry) were ones I absolutely hated and which I was not at all interested in. I just