Well, since my brother and I are old, I'm pretty sure that he meant this bottle. Since he fathered two kids, it must be manageable. But I am kind of glad that I didn't hit that when we were dating.

I totally understand why your brain went there. I am the Arch-mage of the college there, by the way. I'm sure you're thrilled to meet such a celebrity.

I use a cup, but I say use what makes you feel comfortable. I always hated tampons because they leaked and tolerated pads because I didn't feel like there was any alternative. I am in love with my cup, but there are definitely adjustments that had to be made as I got used to it. I can totally understand that it would…

Seriously laughing here.

Yes. My brother told me that a mutual friend had a dick like a ketchup bottle.

Zing!

Glory Whole? I think I've seen that shop. It's just down the street from that antique store, Buy Curios.

Sometimes I wonder why I bother reading the comments on articles like this. It's as though I WANT my head to explode from misogyny, privilege, and ignorance. I hope that there is a silent majority that is just too smart to get drawn in to the "discussion," but who are also on my side.

Another dimension to this is that so many of the "nice guys" (particularly the young ones) that I've met have unrealistic standards of beauty in their choice of women. They are average guys, but have no interest in dating average girls. "No women are interested in me," they whine, when in fact there are girls who are…

Well said. Thank you.

I don't care to read what a bunch of trolls have to say about anything, but I will say that Kim Kardashian's outfit looks itchy. Anything with that much mesh and unfinished edges seems really itchy to me.

Cool! I have some friends who are Gurungs; I'll have to wish them happy new year!

So to make a relationship metaphor, you want a partner who:

Cool. I rarely get more than 2 cents.

I think pantyhose look great. Wear them, if that's your thing. I hate to wear them, however. Years of working at jobs that required them has engendered in me a deep fiery hatred of the oppression of pantyhose. Here are a few reasons why:

These were my sheets as a child. My grandmother took them after I outgrew them and they (or an identical set) were in her guest room for the rest of her life.

Thank you for the translation. I was thinking that maybe it meant a memory stick with rock music.

My nine year old (who has one entire wall devoted to One Direction) would heartily concur.

In a way this is a relief, because the semi-biographical book that my mom was (possibly still is) writing was total crap. I don't know if she ever finished it, but at least this way I won't feel obligated to give it a glowing review if she self-publishes.

On Jezebel they usually use pictures of baby animals, but this has an equal squee factor for me.