Was this in 1957? Seriously. I was in a national sorority in the 80s and never heard any of these things. Sounds urban-legendy to me.

Yes, which is why some people, who don't like those things, choose to live in a sorority house.

Exactly. And even beyond the serial killer potential, who wants to have to make sure they're fully dressed every time they need to leave their room, or have some drunk guy roaming the house when they want to sleep or study? Or worry about things being stolen from their room (by someone other than the random klepto…

I don't think into the 90s is accurate. I pledged in 84 and all the sororities were dry then. We just had our parties at bars, or partnered with fraternities. One big difference between sorority and fraternity houses, at least through the 80s- fraternities had unlocked front doors and locks on all the bedrooms. …

It's kind of fascinating, really. You can so easily tell which ones are hers, with the pleasant, everything was great! tone that they have, while his are just terrifying, consolidated spite and rage. She needs to run and not look back. Quickly.

No, it actually, bizarrely, is him. He wrote the review using his fiancée's account, and the review now attacks Kitchenette at length. This leads me to subscribe to your theory that he is unaware that he is, in fact, an asshole.

And, in defense of my completely unfounded accusations, I will accuse anyone who disagrees with me of lacking "reading comprehension" or "critical thinking." Because nothing says "critical thinking" like in-depth psychological analysis of the relationships of people I've never met!

Absolutely. I think she wore them to avoid playing the "Show us your ring!" game, but they were not a great accessory choice with that gown.

I completely agree with that. No ring questions, and no being asked to submit to any of that Mani-Cam bullshit.

No, she didn't say she MADE them, she just said that she had already OWNED them, rather than having been given them to wear.

What exactly do you envision the US doing? We can't control violence in Iraq or Afghanistan, where we have had significant troop presence for over 10 years. Do you think we could just swoop in and shut down Boko Haram or ISIS? I find them as repellent as you do, but I honestly don't understand how you believe the…

My mom was the same way with my hairline. It's a bit irregular, almost widows-peaky, and every time she would see me with my hair back she would ask what has happened to my hair. Ummm, nothing Mom. Same weirdness as ALWAYS.

Also rabidly anti-vax. My husband still watches him, but I just can't anymore with his smug, superior pontificating.

You and me both! Is thus a reference to an older article? What am I not seeing?

Not true for Catholics. My very Catholic grandparents were all cremated, as was my father last year, prior to his funeral mass.

I agree with the first part of your post but many, many Christians are cremated. I think you may be generalizing based on a specific sect and making an unfounded accusation against parents who are, of course, completely terrible people we can already judge harshly based on their proven actions.

My favorite thing about this post is that you used the phrase "keep it classy" in the midst of NINE paragraphs about explosive diarrhea. Stay classy, Sheriff!

It is definitely easier and more fun in your own living room. But I have to plead guilty to passive humble bragging. You get a framed picture of yourself with Alex Trebek as a lovely parting gift. I keep that puppy displayed prominently on my desk at work. It gives me the constant illusion of intelligence!

Does she even live in California? I assumed it was taxes on money she earned working there. I know she has people to handle these things, but in my experience it can get confusing. I was on Jeopardy and won $2000. Had to pay CA tax on the money, so had to file a return there, in addition to my Virginia one. …

OMG, I read your post as asking for advice in dating someone 14 years YOUNGER than you. I apologize for the scathing response I was about to write before I figured out you weren't romancing an eighth grader. Happy holidays!