I agree with you. I knew someone who actually described themselves as "bi and polyamorous" in her own wedding toast. You're a snowflake, we get it. Barf.

Oh and another way this manifests is men will bully women into performing sex acts they don't want by claiming it's their fetish, and if you loved me you'd do anal because it's my fetish [insert sad pathetic puppy dog face, which ain't sexy btw]. You don't want me to be sexually unsatisfied do you? A good girlfriend…

Getting aroused by titties, for instance, is not a "fetish."

I love you for saying this. Look, this Ghomeshi guy is surely a creep and probably a rapist, but for the love of pete, I don't need to hear the phrase "experienced kinkster and professional dominatrix" twice in as many paragraphs. (And "kinkster"? Really?)

I'm suspicious of anyone who blabs incessantly about how kinky they are. Everyone is quick to claim they have some kink or "fetish" these days. Getting aroused by titties, for instance, is not a "fetish;" hate to break it to you but you basic. And being a misogynist is not a protected sexual class. The More Sexually…

I heard that Sugar Bear set a guy on fire (?!) but even he is far preferable to the other option.

So, the abuse and conviction were before TLC gave her the job. Don't they vet the people they put on TV? I mean, it wouldn't be hard to get a private investigator to find out about June's background before she was given a bunch of money and a primetime slot.

I would love it if it came out that Mario was based on Ron Jeremy.

I run into an ex quite often, considering we work in the same building.

I'm not sure I'll ever fully get over him dumping me. I wobble between hating him and not feeling anything. This happened awhile ago too, before we worked in such close quarters.

Her speaking at a tech conference is like Ron Jeremy speaking at a Mario Bros. convention.

I fucking should've, since removing the shit stain from the carpet cost a pretty penny.

Oh god. The third time I stayed the night at my now-husband's apartment, I woke up with a serious case of diarrhea and laid in bed far too long thinking about what I was going to do. I could have shit myself! All over the bed! Thank GOD he had a downstairs bathroom 'cause the upstairs one was right next to his…

Wait wait wait. So, she hooks up with this guy, and then leaves his house/apartment/whatever on 2 separate occasions to poop? And ends up pooping in public, on a beach, because she could not bring herself to poop in the vicinity of a dude she just got finished mashing genitals with? This is completely bizarre. Call me…

Oh man, I am disappoint. I thought this was actually the story of my old roommates, but it's so much tamer. Let's just say I was peacefully stuffing my face with ice cream in the living room, when my roommates (a fairly new couple) came slithering out of their room carrying their bedding and hauled ass to the…

Having IBS and dealing with things like this on a regular basis sucks, but then again, it kind of makes you impervious to embarrassment.

heartbreak is heartbreak. 'getting over it' is a process that happens with time. could be a long time or a short time. take YOUR time.

Jesus, that's the horror story IBS sufferers tell on Halloween. I'll never forget my one-night stand where I had to dash off to the bathroom MID COITUS. When I returned, my man asked "Did you just go poop?" with a sly twinkle in his eye. "Of course, not!" I laughed. We ended up dating for two years after that. But I…

That's when you do a "good to see you!" And laugh inside.

I ran into an ex 15 years after the fact. He had dumped me badly and I hadn't seen him since. When I ran into him, he had been unceremoniously dumped by the girl he had dumped me for. He had also gained 40 pounds. It was pretty much the perfect time to run into him, IMO.

Umm, true story, I ran into an ex on a date once, and he was on a date too, and I spent the rest of the night in tears and the guy I was with never called me again.