Because he’ll hit you.

So the responsibility is put on the woman to know which men she says no to are going to say “that’s OK then, we’ll stop” and which men she says no to are going to wrap their hands around her neck and squeeze until she’s dead? Cuz we have to make a guess on that every time we’re alone with a man.

I don’t think they’re filming themselves. It’s their spouses/friends who know they’re gonna go ape shit and have had to listen to the screaming, cursing, floor pounding, jumping around all season for every damn play. Believe me, as someone who just heard “FUCKING ASS FUCK SHIT!!!” and 10 pounds on the floor from my…

Meh. If I worried about what a man would say about my opinions/actions, I’d never get anything done. Let them whine. I’ll just ignore them and move on to better men.

That was my thought too, just cut off the train and make it the same length all the way around. But then, I very rarely like mullet dresses.

Someone should make a meme of that line.

I love that she looks her age! Her skin has texture and lines and character and it’s so beautiful. She hasn’t had so much work done that she looks plastic like so many other aging actresses.

Oh yeah, this is varsity level violence. I’m sure he built up to it.

I love that Laurence Fishburne is going away from the tux. There should be more options like that for men’s formal wear.

Nope! But I love The Good Place. So I got that going for me.

I legitimately and literally learned that Megan Markle exists on Jez, so . . .

Deliberately exaggerated in order to make a point . . . hmmm . . . what point would that be, I wonder?

So you could call him Storm. Or Cyclone. I’m not sure Bomb would be a good name.

Did the weather channel give that snowstorm a name? That might be a good option.

Ya know, this can happen! I was taken on a date to a party that at first, was just a bunch of people standing around drinking and talking and everyone seemed pretty interesting. There was a keg, a BBQ of some sort of big beast, a camp fire with chairs around it with people roasting marshmallows and stuff. Imagine my…

I have watched the Sopranos and I know just what you’re referencing. It fucked with my head too. Also, I had to limit how many episodes I watched in one sitting because after 2 or 3 in a row, the thoughts in my head were so littered with the F word and I was so scared that it was going to come out my mouth.

That’s so not OK! I think couples counseling is in order here. It’s such a weird violation. Not that being into pee is weird, but recording you with his phone under the door without your consent is weird. This is like . . . major trust shattering problem. I even wanted to post a gif that showed my shock but this…

I have a sweet potato soup recipe that’s actually quite good. It’s got bacon in it. But yeah, I only eat sweet potatoes for a bit of variety. As fries, they’re just a let down.

Digging through garbage, finding the juiciest snacks, heck yeah!