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I don't see what any of that has to do with this article. The fact that you have had popular opinions in the past is irrelevant to me, even though I am already aware of it. However, what is relevant is that you are writing an article where you say that Leto did not excel at his job, and part of your evidence is that

OK, you have responded to almost every other person who disagreed with you. Could you please respond to sisssyspaseship below? That person wrote an extremely accurate critique of your article, and has over 70 recommendations. I don't usually do this kind of thing, but I find your writing very frustrating, and I find

Thank you for writing such an eloquent response. I am a ciswoman and I am not much older than Kat, but I was raised by ex-hippies who worked in public health and therapy, in a city that was very liberal, and have always had LQTBQ issues just be part of the experience of life. It's very, very obvious how time has

Except that you seem to expect the character to behave as if the entire in-movie universe understands and accepts certain standards that we have today. Certain words carry a lot more pain now than they did 20 or 30 years ago because our society has changed. We are fortunate to live in a time and place where people can

I agree with the essence of your criticism, but your phrasing is abominable. Maybe Jezebel's editors would actually do something about it if the only people who seem to notice the poor quality of her work would point it out in a reasonable, polite manner.

I work at a restaurant that serves cold-brew coffee, and I do a smaller version of their method at home. Basically, get some kind of container with a tight-fitting lid (they use 10-gallon buckets, I use a large tupperware that holds about a gallon), several coffee filters, and some food-grade rubber bands or twine (or

My favorite method for getting myself to do a loathed chore at home is to schedule it to be done the hour before I have to go to work. (I work in the evenings, so I tend to do most of my non-work living before I go in as opposed to after I leave.) It's got the same effect on me - I know I need to get everything ready

I agree with the people saying you should see a therapist. But I also think that it is not necessarily that you need to be diagnosed with depression. I think our society tells us that we should be outgoing, happy, forgiving of other people barring serious/deep/personal offenses (and even - at times - in those

OK, but what about the opposite-ish problem... I can't help my body language when I dislike somebody or am frustrated/angry/upset with them. But especially when I just dislike somebody in general. This is a really difficult problem for me at work, because I work in a restaurant, so it's a high-stress environment where

That shit makes me so angry. I have gotten better about not lecturing other drivers/pedestrians when they do stupid shit.. mostly because every time I hear my mother's voice saying, "You never know who owns a gun!!!" But if I see a parent crossing the street with their kid against the light, it's like Christmas. I

Hahaha yeah I occasionally find myself road-raging on the scooter and thinking "YEAH?! BRING IT ON, BITCH, GO AHEAD AND TAIL ME." Then I remember that I'm not actually a cyborg and my helmet does not cover my entire body. I've got a lot of friends who ride bicycles, and it drives me nuts the ones who won't wear

It's one thing to cross out of turn/place if you're doing it correctly. People in this city walk the way that the drivers drive - recklessly. People try to walk across small highways. People try to cross just feet around a blind corner for drivers, in the dark, wearing all dark clothing and no kind of reflector light.

I'm originally from Boston, so I grew up doing the whole "the cars will stop before they hit you" method of city walking. And while I'll never stop getting road ragey over the way people drive (is everybody on a sightseeing tour? doesn't ANYBODY have a job to get to??!), I have come to much prefer the more

Oh man.. yeah, I work at the Kerbey near 38th and that area all from MoPac to Lamar is just ridiculous. I drive a scooter, and I'm very proud of the fact that I pretty much always follow traffic laws, aside from the occasional alone-on-the-road-late-at-night illegal turn when I can't set the light off, and living by

As a fellow Austin resident, I think this is an important point. While I don't think that it's okay to use physical force in order to stop jaywalking, I do think that people are reacting to this as if the woman's behavior is completely OK and acceptable and not at all an issue. The fact is, our city has a real problem

I am a late-20s white lady living in a hipster neighborhood in a hipster city and working in a restaurant that had an employee-tatto0-themed calendar for sale a couple of years ago. I don't have any tattoos or piercings at all, mostly because I am terrified of needles in any form and partly because I would be open to

If I get stuck in that mode, I find that consciously "giving" myself a couple of days to not be productive and planning a very specific "back at it" day afterward helps. Like, ok, I don't have to do anything at all for the next two days other than get to work and back. That third day, I am going to wake up with a

I have nothing but the utmost awe and respect for people who are "raised" by terrible, abusive parents and manage to come out of it not just not-equally-screwed-up but as incredibly thoughtful, caring, and emotionally balanced as they sometimes do. I was so, so, so incredibly lucky to be raised by two amazing parents,

I know this is a rather late reply, but I had been leaving this article in my tabs as a self-nag until I got my room spring-cleaned. Now it's cleaned and I'm revisiting comments and of course would love to oblige with a description of my new book setup.

I hate hate hate running. I think it's great for those who love it, but I live in a running-crazy city and I am so sick of being asked why I hate it. Or rather, I don't hate being asked why, I hate that nobody seems to believe my reasoning and everybody insists I just need to try MORE of it to love it. Fuck that. Fuck