My first thought when I read this article was, “OMG. *eyeroll* STFU Fox News.”

That’s just how he roles.

Period Sale: Everything red in the store is 50% off.

We started dating just before my 29th birthday and got married 3 months before my 31st birthday. (Total courtship = 1 year, 9 mos.) FWIW, he is 5 years older than me. We’ve been married for a year and a half.

Derp! I should read the comments before I comment.

Sad but not surprised. It was my understanding* that the new film(s) would be stand-alone stories wherein Max encountered new people and places.

Yo. Your skirt’s on backwards.

I found a guy who was nuts about me (but not in a scary/sad kind of way) and snatched him up quick specifically because he was a break from the norm. If I could line up all my romantic partners and tell my Younger Self to pick the one she thought she would marry, I doubt my husband would make it into the top 5. But…

Ah, yes. That is indeed where I derived the name from. It is second in my heart only to Schadenfreude - both as a word and a concept.

If you are looking for a kinja user who goes by that handle, alas, it is not I. I have been “griefbacon” and “alsogriefbacon” only.

Grew up in a loving and supportive 2-parent home. Dated all the assholes. (But pulled my head out long enough not to marry one!)

Her abs are keeping her warm.

#blessed

I had some real Spineless Wonders for councilors over the years. Afraid of bugs, afraid of the dark, afraid of fire...Which was useful because I learned how to build a fire when I was 8. Hairspray may have been involved.

It was all that damn Tang!

I was a Campfire Girl in central OK in the mid 80s. We had the same rule. In fact, if you needed to leave your troop for anything, at any time, you had a councilor with you. I had to pee in the middle of the night once and my councilor wouldn’t take me to the bathroom. Guess who went home with a wet sleeping bag. :-/

You mean you don’t feel that breakfast cereal is worthy of being considered an ~*.ExPeRiEnCe*.~???

I took a moment just now to reflect on my time with the books of Mrs. Rice...