I relate. My father was always predicting doom whenever I did (or wanted to do) something. Something Awful would happen. Unlike your dad, then he would berate me for being stupid. But I did inherit some persistent anxiety. Pair that with a husband who thinks he is invincible and can get away with anything and you have…

My dad, who was basically an awful person who flew into rages and made all of us crazy, was surprisingly gentle with very small children. It was like, “who are you and what did you do with my father?” when he was with a child under 5 years old.

It didn’t work with Elliot Rodger. Admittedly his body count was a little lower, but he was just as creepy.

I had a POS father, in a slightly different way than yours. He supported us financially, but he was an emotionally abusive, controlling bastard and blamed all of us for his unhappiness. I’ve often wished, especially around this time of year, that I could have had a normal, loving family, but that ship sailed long ago.…

A good college friend was accused of plagiarism by an english professor because the subject of her short story was too original. Yes, you read that right. (This was before the internet).

I actually agree with not publishing his photo. We should let him be nameless and faceless. Don’t make him famous. Keep the focus on the victims and their families.

I get a cold sore like, once every few years, usually when I’m under some sort of stress (it can be physical stress, like exhaustion, or work stress or emotional stress, it’s the severity and duration that seem to be the key). While I have the sore, I make sure my husband doesn’t use anything I’ve used in my mouth or…

I think I’m going to crawl back under the covers and hope that when I come out it is a different world.

LOL. Seriously, it should be Eleanor Roosevelt. But I’d love to start a rumor about someone who would make the right wingers froth at the mouth. Margaret Sanger? I don’t know, I’m not awake enough to think yet.

I want to smash things. Fuck these fucking fuckers.

It’s hilarious how many different answers you got, but the underlying theme - and no bullshit, it’s there - that “he’s too short for a real guy” is not cool.

My husband and I had no kids. I’m convinced we made the right decision for a lot of reasons. My mother, who spent most of my childhood telling me to never have kids, asked me whether her only grandkids were going to have fur. I blinked at her, told her “yep,” and moved on to the next topic.

That is not the case. There are often substantial legal fees involved.

Well, I haven’t been to Boston in over a decade. I’ve never heard of Santarpio’s.

Bite your tongue and apologize to Pizza Regina in the North End.

I think the rising price of meat, coupled with stagnant and low wages, will result in lower meat consumption. Just in the past couple of years, I’ve noticed a dramatic increase in prices and I’ve cut back on what I buy. But I’m sure we need to do more.

Holy crap.

On a futon or fold out in the living room? Hell, no. In a guest bedroom, being quiet with your partner/spouse? Yeah, okay. I look at it this way - if I have a guest, I am sure as hell washing those sheets when they leave, so I don’t care if they leave a little spooge behind.

Of course there are no charges against the ABC officers. Virginia is a fascist state. I’ve practiced law there and seen it up close.

They’d be shit outta luck in most american courts, too. Divorce almost always requires that you have lived separate and apart, without cohabitation, for either six months or a year (depending on the state). And you often have to state that you see no hope for reconciliation. So they would have to lie here too.