No I find it incomprehensible a woman would want to spare the feelings of a lecherous harasser by being direct in rejection.

I am a single woman who is attracted to men. My best friend is a single heterosexual man. We are friends. We are "just" friends. There is no sexual tension. There is no desire on either of our parts to fuck the other. He is my friend. I am his friend. I don't think this is as uncommon as you seem to think it is.

"...a guy who puts the time in to be your friend and then eventually wants it to become physical as an expression of his feelings for you, is really feeling ENTITLED."

I went in to a random clinic a for a YI once and the doctor basically told me I was there because I was a whore who thought she had HIV and wanted to be tested. Um, no I just wanted a prescription for Diflucan. I was in tears by the time a female resident finally came in and made excuses for him "not being very good…

Or you can be like me and just wear it anyway. Sure people look at me strangely when I get on the elevator, but whatever.

You can find vintage pieces for not too much if you know where to look. Etsy isn't really a great place for bargains, but there's plenty of reasonably priced vintage (in more sizes than you might imagine) there.

Silk shantung, which is what these look like, makes for great suits and dresses. They've got a bit of weight to them but aren't too heavy. Have to be careful not to spill on them, of course, but you sort of have to do that with most things.

More than a decade ago I had a male friend who commented on mine. I "passed the light test," according to him, in that you could see light between my legs because my thighs didn't touch. "Um...okay..." was the gist of my reaction.

As a 35-year-old woman who's lived all but 18 months of her life in California, I'm fascinated by his notion that being said to look like you're from California is some sort of amazing compliment. I also quite like the idea that a state that has 160,000-square miles (totally just Googled that) of land is populated by…

I wish I hadn't clicked some of those links. Oy vey. "Never read Reddit" needs to be my mantra.

Indeed. My great-grandmother, who was born in Italy in 1900 or so, was named Jennifer.

Honestly, I would never even consider taking a spouse's last name. If it was a point of contention or a deal-breaker for the other person, so be it. It is for me too. It'd probably be a good indicator I'm not actually with the right person for me.

When X in your equation seems to equal: Are child-free women really just unloveable uggos, it comes across as just a little offensive.

Your questions seem to be coming from a presupposed basis of "all women really do want children," which makes them flawed (and a little bit offensive) from the outset. Those of us who don't want children are constantly questioned, doubted, and talked down to regarding this desire (or lack thereof). The implication…

Yes. I will probably never live with anyone ever again, unless my mom gets ill and needs looking after. But, romantic partner in my house? Oh, no, thank you.

Ha. I just noticed I made a typo and just typed abortion rather than abrotion.

His typo in "abortion" made the word "abrotion" and that is now going to move to the forefront of my own personal lexicon. Possible use case: When a bar is full of too many douchey bros. "Man, someone needs to perform an abortion in here."

Truth. I cannot wear J. Crew pants. They are cut extremely straight at the waist/hips/thighs.

Yeah, I have a thigh gap and cellulite-covered saddlebags. Woo! I bet none of the women and girls who want a thigh gap would want to trade thighs with me. Heh.

Wide-legged pants and/or getting all your shit tailored. My life in a nutshell.