Dead on. I spent some time in New Hampshire and Mass as well (Beverly; holla, quasi-neighbor!), and came to the conclusion that northern New England is great for raising younger kids, is great for 'settling in' or retiring, but that young person's place in between can be hell. I don't envy teenagers in Darkest Maine.

Portland also checking in, and my unrepentant wanderlust got it in the neck when I moved to Maine. The thing to keep in mind, though, is that we live in the most financially secure part of the state, with the strongest job market. I love it here, but I can understand why the natives would feel trapped, particularly…

Seconding. I spent about a decade there, didn't care for it other than the cheap produce, good Mexican food and In-N-Out. Getting out involved joyful tears.

Groundbreaking stuff.

Smee. <3

Let's try it and gleefully find out.

I'm not going to let two women stand up there and hold hands and let my child be aware of it. And I'm not going to see them do it with two men neither.

Sometimes you just don't want to smile. And if you want to smile so as to improve your mood, cool, do it. That's your decision to make, rather than some random stranger's instructions.

Glad I'm not the only person with a tragic story in their back pocket, just in case.

Their bands are generally so stretchy, that even if they did I'd worry about the sizing. What other companies have you looked at?

Eh. I don't see any shock here. Have never seen VS clothes for sale outside of their website, and the reviews I've spent an embarrassing amount of time reading invariably spend a lot of time complaining. They've always been an underwear company to me.

The correct response to that man's statement is to have a constituent ask on-camera 'so what you're saying is that you don't care about women, the female voting base, and equal rights?'

Seriously. Since when is the Daily Mail a reputable source?

Some guy stole, and then apologetically returned, Willie Nelson's stuffed armadillo.

To be fair, Willam is already travel-sized. And probably mighty flexible, now that I think about it.

Methinks that is what's colloquially known as a lesser neckbeard, which is something to be met with casual shunning until said lesser neckbeard is shorn.

Don't throw away your neckbeard just yet: Mumford and Sons are not breaking up.

Unsalted butter is for baking with. Salted is for, you know, actually eating.

European style SALTED butter, FT-double-W.

Nope, not weird. Refrigerated butter is the worst, although I got into the habit of stashing it there for ages. I think I picked it up as a combination of living in a warmer climate, and my parents'/grandparents' mentality of 'the refrigerator is magical so all things should be placed there'.