Is she maybe the one in the sheer-illusion lace cocktail dress? Because that was a cool choice for a funeral, even without the selfie.

Here is a complete list of people who have referred to these kids as "Satan Spawn" and "Literally Hitler" on this thread:

Well. I don't know if "we" do want children to be free to dress however makes them happy, actually. If I had a daughter who wanted to dress as Stalin and play gulag with her dolls, I would not be so cool with that, for example. And obviously the princess shit is not that extreme, but as others on this thread have…

Oh, yes, in conversation it's the worst. And they're never subtle about it.

But if we're talking about how people respond to photos, what does this really establish? If it's happening in conversation, then yes, that sucks—because it means that people aren't really "listening" to us, in the sense that "listening" includes not only absorbing auditory info, but also paying attention to facial…

I was just invited to one of these for someone who had already been married once, with small children. And in my mean private head I just thought I cannot pony up this cash all over again with you. You are not a bachelorette! You are a divorcée!

I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I will not test this personally.

I'm not actually convinced that you're saving a lot of water with the bath method. Though obviously for a dish-shower to be economical about water, it's better not to leave the water running the whole time. Turn it off and on as needed.

High-five for the dish shower!

Exactly. Plus: he's nineteen. How many of us were paragons of frugality at 19? When I was that age, I had my first credit card, and $320 represented 64% of its entire buying power. And did I make similarly frivolous purchases? You bet I did.

INDEED. If you believe that $320 is too much for a belt, THEN LOOK TO THE PERSON SELLING $320 BELTS.

There are no real names for it because "basin of horror" wouldn't sell.

When my mom started chemo (fun conversation starter!) the lady who made her wigs gave her some brush-on product that was supposed to help her preserve her eyebrows. I don't remember what it's called, but I bet you can get it pretty readily at wig stores.

I'll never forget the first time I tasted awful, awful Cincinnati chili. I was on a long and lonely stretch of work travel, mostly by car, and saw a sign for Skyline Chili as I neared Cincinnati. "Chili!" I thought. "That sounds PERFECT. It's so cold out, and I'm so overworked and gloomy. A nice bowl of chili will…

I gained a bunch of water weight once from a medicine I was taking, and that really was the best part—the speedy, miraculous, pee-driven weight loss as soon as I stopped the medicine.

And who didn't helplessly gain huge amounts of water weight, because: great genetic luck.

"He PROMISED he would bomb Syria! And then he DIDN'T!! WHERE ARE MY BOMBS? I WANTED MY BOMBS!!"

I agree that a man who gets all proprietary and insistent about his wife-to-be changing her name is probably not a good mate. But at the same time, and speaking as someone who did change her name when she got married: fuck you a little bit, I will do whatever I damn well please with my name.

Also: nice guys have a very good chance of winding up with nice girls. But he of course doesn't just want a nice girl, he wants a hot girl. And evidently defines nice-but-not-hot as "finishing last." Which is further proof he's not nice, with or without the app.

But do people rub up against her on the train? I'm not paying $110 for a few catcalls; I demand frottage.