I kept waiting for it to pivot and actually be commentary on how stupid that concept is, but nope! That was the whole joke!

Are we going to talk about that horrendous “rape is funny when it’s a boy and a hot lady predator!” sketch? I went from reading Jez’s article on the teacher who abused a 13-year-old boy and later married him, to watching a slightly aged-up (16 yo) sketch version high-fiving everyone. Serious heebie-jeebies.

Trust me, being the “eye candy” (whether you court this role or have it foisted upon you) is just as, if not more, thankless than just doing you.

Oh my God, so incredibly heartbreaking on so many fronts. But good for Tom, sticking by his little girl even with the painful revelation that she wasn't his biological daughter.

I'm voting for "clam bake".

Is it weird that I'm still like that? I talk to my car like it's a real person, a la "It's okay baby, we're almost at the gas station. Then I'm getting you an oil change!"

As a very small child, I was obsessed with soap operas. My mother watched The Young and the Restless religiously, and I did so with her. I knew all the characters and their backstories. As a result of these TV habits, I saw a lot of wink-wink, nudge-nudge scenes of people having affairs and whatnot.

I'd hit it. Go Emma!

I use the Hola Chrome extension, cause I ain't no fool.

That all sounds delicious except it still has pumpkin in it, the least inspiring vegetable since the white end of bok choy.

I just came here to say the same. My first thought on reading the headline was "oooh, GREAT name."

Heeeeellloo neighbour.

Yeah, did you know marketers can also drive past your home - YOUR OWN HOME - and see what colour your siding is??

That was my second favourite! "how many elegies even are there in the world" - I feel you art history girlfriend.

christ is he still behind us

Not if you have sensitive skin! It can give you all kinds of generic "hurty" skin issues right on the ol' clam.

Mine is on my boob.

Well I'm telling you why the statement makes sense. We know you're eyefucking us, we don't need the verbal memo. Just like you could probably guess I have an itchy knee from my scratching, I don't need to announce it to you.

Sure fine, but the point is no one cares about your boner's feelings. Keep it to yourself. I don't wander around like MAN I COULD USE A COFFEE. HEY EVERYONE I HAVE AN ITCHY KNEE RIGHT NOW IT MIGHT BE A RASH. Like, just generally don't announce your every fucking thought to the world. No one cares.

I actually find that my best defense against catcalling is snapping back "That's rude!" Usually the guy falls all over himself to apologize. I'm not sure if it calls to some deep desire to be perceived as a "good guy" or if I just suddenly remind them of their mother, but it is startlingly effective. (Disclaimer: I…