My particular issue is business clothes for busty ladies. I have some solidly C-to-D cup boobs, and it seems like *nothing* in the business world is made for this. Button down shirts don't have a chance. Ann Taylor and such are all into the draping stuff that on me makes me look 50 pounds heavier because nothing is…

I actually helped pick the ring, but I'm a few years older now and feel like it's too youthful a style. I kind of want to melt down the band (keeping the same stone) and just make it into something more classic. Has anyone ever done this? Was your spouse offended?

OK, it is settled. Capacious Mammaries is going to be my band's name.

I do this too! I laugh when I'm really nervous. If someone is yelling at me, I just have this overwhelming desire to laugh and smile but I'm actually scared. Reactions are weird, man.

Yes. The Stanford Prison Experiment taught me all I need to know about power (whether real or perceived), and that it can apply to all situations. It will be abused, unless you keep yourself in check and consider consequences.

Same to you! Fwiw, I also think my phone does as good of a job as meth.

Make clothes in my size and then we'll talk.

Levi's do not make pants for women with my ass too waist ratios. So yoga pants por vida.

I am stalwart in my against-society opinion that Benedict Cumberbatch is not hot. Peer pressure and all of the world's opinion be damned.

1) As a scallop fanatic, I am personally offended that a restaurant would serve them as a fucking slider. That anecdote should go in a "Heinous Food Crimes" column, along with putting ketchup on your filet mignon or some shit.

The people who don't know what a scallop is are usually the same people who don't eat 'yucky' stuff like that.

Like, seriously, though...

I am a working cook, as well as an instructor at a culinary school in Canada. I regularly reference BCO in class, trying to prepare my students for the unbelievable fuck-wittery waiting for them out in the 'real' world. These poor kids have no idea what awaits them...

Body dysmorphia is no joke. And fuck that modeling director. And those doctors. JUST FUCK EVERYTHING.

Unscientific opinion: at least a year

I proposed on Star Wars Day, 2013—which also happened to be Free Comic Book Day. It's not like I had plans for either, but I'm the kind of person to know what day that is. If you've gotta get engaged on a holiday, I say do it on an incredibly esoteric holiday that the rest of the world doesn't give a shit about.

BTW I'm writing a screenplay called "90 Hues of Mauve". It's about a color blind Art Director who hires an intern to help them discern between different colors. That's pretty much the whole movie, mostly just looking at and labeling color swatches. I predict it will be much better than 50SoG.

Not to mention in Florida, Rick Scott co-founded one of the companies used to do the drug testing. He divested himself when he was elected... by putting the shares in a trust in his wife's name. So, no conflict of interest there, obviously. In this case, at least, it's not only because he hates poor people.

Poverty is not probable cause.