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I don't really see why that's suspect. Eight years after the fact, there is no chance that there is any physical evidence of assault, and it doesn't sound like there were any witnesses. If she's even vaguely informed about how this sort of thing goes, she'd be aware that the odds that he'd ever be prosecuted, let

Service dogs for people with PTSD have jobs beyond "make you less sad." Often, those jobs involve physical intervention - for example, I know a military veteran whose PTSD service dog is trained to stand in front of him and lean on his legs when she senses him getting tense. I don't know what Ms. Corcoran's service

I have complained more than once about how every sitcom family with two daughters has The Stupid But Hot One and The Nerdy One Who Probably Wears Glasses. These are apparently the only two types of girls between the ages of 10 and 20 in the known universe. (The same personality types not infrequently appear again

The single worst pick-up line I have ever heard: "Hey, you look just like my wife, only not as attractive. She's out of town right now, soooooo...."

Soooo...as long as people here are discussing bras and their issues finding good ones, I figure I might as well throw out a question for the Jezzie masses. I have the exceedingly frustrating combination of 32G boobs and a nerve issue that means underwire bras are profoundly painful for me - and on top of that, I'm

I'm not from anywhere near rural Appalachia, but my mother made us fried cornmeal mush for breakfast roughly once a week when I was growing up. (Slice it thin, fry it up, slather it in maple syrup = om nom nom nom.) We stopped having it regularly only because cornmeal mush was getting hard to find in stores near us.

All I can come up with is that maybe Andy is the idiot kid posting those messages, and his poor grasp of anything resembling basic grammar means that he can't even sign his name in a way that comes across clearly?

"WTF is Amazon Smile?"

Technically, there is nothing naughty in it, but you will probably not want to explain to your three-year-old why you are laughing hysterically. (But do watch it later, sans toddler, because that video has been pretty much my favorite thing on the internet ever since I first saw it a few years ago.)

Welp, looks like I'm rooting for France this year. Because daaaaang.

Oops, sorry, I should have been more clear. My parents are also in the broadcasting range of a major city, but the outskirts of said broadcasting range are nothing but forests and farmland. I know Sioux Falls is a reasonably major city, and that it would have the options available to reasonably major cities - I just

In fairness to them, it's entirely possible they don't. Lots of people in rural areas (which includes a fair bit of South Dakota, although I don't know how rural the area in this particular station's coverage is) don't have access to cable or any remotely good internet options. (Trying to watch anything "streaming" at

Haha, yes. My partner and I went to a popular upscale French restaurant on Valentine's Day, and while we were waiting for our table to be ready, we chatted a bit with the hostess and mentioned how lucky we felt to have gotten a reservation when we called *two weeks* in advance and that we figured we must have swooped

"Diamond poop" was also my first thought on viewing that.

Yuuuup. Just checked. Disappointing.

Nah, I was pretty damn mad at her for a while, but she came up to me a couple of days later and said, essentially, "I'm really sorry; with the other girls egging me on at the time I thought I was being all funny and badass, but I felt like a real jerk the next morning," and offered to get her beautician sister to give

Yeesh. I'd be very sad if I had to cut my long hair short, but I wouldn't think I was "disfigured," just "stuck with a hairstyle I don't personally like nearly as much on me." Your friend is kind of an ass.

I had my long hair cut off involuntarily at a slumber party in high school. I absolutely was not "upset for a minute and then got over it," and I'm not sure why I should have been, since that seemed like a pretty horrible thing to do to a person. I cried quite a bit, and missed my long hair pretty badly until it grew

I do fancy pretty styles for special occasions, but on an average day it's mostly just in a ponytail, braid, simple bun, or just left down, because fancy pretty styles take time. (I do have one of these things, which I wear fairly often, since it looks moderately fancy while requiring very little effort.)

Hi, nice to meet you. My hair is down to my thighs, and I'll happily acknowledge being "weird," but I've yet to have anybody call me "creepy." Except, apparently, judgmental strangers on the internet who care way, way too much about other people's hair preferences.