"Ice bitch" is my self-descriptor of choice when I'm out in the world; I came up with it before "bitchy resting face" became a thing.

I mean, there will be so many awful things, but also so many amazing things. It depends on how much of your life you want to dedicate to monitoring other people's dick pics and badly-punctuated efforts at flirtation. And your winky-face tolerance threshold.

I had a similar thing on Friday. I don't have anxiety, so it didn't hit me quite as hard as it did you, but I feel you. My version:

Ten people is a lot! You were perfectly within bounds. The only things that bother me with a shared laundry space are (1) don't get all weird with my underwear (weird = folding) and (2) don't put my things in the dryer, because I have some things like skinny jeans that will be unwearable if they shrink even a lil bit,…

"I wish I could fast forward a few days" is the truest statement about post-dental surgery I have ever read. Also, the noises.

All you can do is offer him your love & support, which it sounds like you're already doing. I know 16 is young, but it's also old enough that he has to make a hard choice for himself: move to another country and leave behind everyone he knows & loves, or stay where he is and perhaps be treated horribly by those…

Wait, let me get you a Bic Pen for Her.

The thing is, if all of our technology failed tomorrow, it would be just as bad as a zombie apocalypse. Less-populated areas would fare better, but high-density cities can't support their residents in terms of food or sanitation, and the only reason we don't die more often is because we can treat infections and…

I'd break this down further. The art already exists? Fine, take it for what it is — all of it, including the mind that produced it, and let that total package inform the complexity of the final product. I actually think there's a lot we can learn about being human if we're forced to look at a transcendent piece of art…

One of my all-time favorite SATC moments was when Charlotte called them out on being so liberal that they were blind to their actual privileges. They're all sitting there getting pedicures with four women literally massaging their feet, and she throws down, "You're trying to pretend that we live in a classless society…

I distinctly remember the day (okay, it was like 8:30 at night) when my mom handed me the laundry basket and told me I was going to start washing my own clothes. I was all, "No, no, I don't need clean underwear tonight! I take it back! You can wash it for me tomorrow at a more convenient time!" and she was not having…

This happened to me a month ago. I'm helping the bride get into her dress and POP - eight inches of my seam explode at my waist, showing off my underwear and a whole lotta skin. No time to find a backup dress, but the MOH has a sewing kit in her purse (because she is a genius/clairvoyant), so I lock myself in the…

And it said '16-year-old girls'. So he went there. Downloaded some stuff - it was 16 year old girls who looked 30. "He shouldn't 'a done it. It was stupid, but it wasn't 10-year-old boys. He didn't touch anything.

To be fair, it was wrong and he shouldn'a done it, but it's not like he ran over a Gabaldon.

I always dream that I'll just churn out the next Twilight. (That can't have taken Stephanie Meyers more than a month tops, right?) I never do, though.

I hate dating. Haaaaaaaaaaaaate.

Is your office social? I think this is a great opportunity to get to know him as a person before you enter into a relationship. If there's a happy hour, drag him to it. If a bunch of people in the office play poker, join the game. If no one does any of these things, initiate an event - a Halloween party, an in-office…

I don't know if I have tips, but I have this:

Neither of you are right.

I was once approached by a guy in that situation. I said, "I'm just trying to go home and go to sleep." (Note that I chose the word sleep, not bed, because I knew better than to use a sexually suggestive word like bed.) He immediately started shouting crazy nonsense about how I was "hot and cold, red and green" and…