I replied to someone else below if you wanna read.

No no, he knew it was super weird and was extremely embarrassed at being caught. We had a big long talk about it and he basically revealed that it was a weird hobby/fetish he’d had long before we started dating and he stopped once we started dating but had picked it up again because he’d been having some long term…

Shortly after I was surprise laid off from my job, I was home alone in the house that me and my boyfriend of five years shared, busily applying for jobs. We had one shitty old printer that we shared that I’d never figured out how to print to from my laptop so I grabbed his laptop, as I often did, to print the…

Nah, I get paid money to edit other people’s work because I’m pedantic.

Personally I’d argue that everyone should have a basic grasp of the English language and how to write properly, especially since a large part of academic life is publishing (my father is a marine science PhD and manages to have a competant grasp of editing and writing). But you’re right. That is why I have a job.

Oh shit, they were doing the same thing when I was at UT-Austin (turning lounge rooms into bigger dorm rooms with like 5+ people in them). Living in a dorm room was bad enough and I had one of the “good” suite rooms with an attached bathroom that I shared with four girls.

I work at a research institution and edit the work of people with PhDs for a living. Everyone is shitty to me because I have a BA, meanwhile I work for a guy with two doctorate degrees who doesn’t know the difference between “affect” and “effect.”

My parents are still together but I’m pretty sure it’s because my dad is either at work or in his garden and will be until he dies.

It’s like, if you’re gonna show your pubic region just get it over with and show it all.

Some people just need a hill — or perhaps a mons pubis, in this case — to die on.

Shit dude, the only birth control JP II was down with in Theology of the Body was birth spacing through breastfeeding. I’d keep my vagina shut too.

Also accurate.

Thanks for the vulvasplaining. When we’re talking about our general outside lady parts I think a lot of people consider the vaginal canal a part of that conversation and I still don’t think there’s anything wrong with casually, collectively calling them a vag, or a vagina. As I said before, language evolves. Obviously…

I think it’s just because people need a convenient way to refer to the collective parts that make up external female sex organs and vagina is a convenient catch all. Calm down. Language evolves.

Charlie Rose is good. That’s why he interviews people on like five different shows right now.

I was gonna say! I actually learned from another comment on Jezebel that “Canadian Ballet” is a euphemism for strip club.

My sister and I went for a weekend in Fredericksburg in Texas not too long ago and they have a whole dedicated outdoor market to the shabby chic/junk queens/reclaimed contruction and decor aesthetic called Trade Days. It is pretty strange walking around hundreds of booths dedicated to selling old looking furniture and…

I’m not sure, could be cultural or could just be a combination of being overly friendly and a little oblivious. I’m used to small talking people because I used to interview people for a living but I definitely have the traditional like arms-length of space I like to keep between me and another person.

I’m tall and I have big boobs so I always feel extremely aware of my whole boob situation when I hug. “Am I gonna smother this person? Do we both have big boobs, is there gonna be a serious smoosh issue? If I press them too hard against this guy or linger too long will he get ideas?”

They do it in South Louisiana too. It was particularly common among the older Cajun men I worked with professionally, to my horror.