These motherfuckers.

At first, I thought you two were sitting down to knit and I was like WHATTHISWILLBETHEBESTTHINGEVER

I don’t hear any apology in that statement, which strikes me as pretty odd.

My IUD changed my life. No side effects except for only occasional spotting/mini periods 3-4 times a year, with only a day of cramps. I haven’t noticed an effect on my depression (which I’ve had since I was a kid), but it isn’t worse. For me, Mirena has been really great. A bit of weight gain, I’d say, but that may be…

I’ve always had terrible periods and, like most women, have been more or less blown off by all doctors (including female doctors who, themselves, tell me they have terrible periods too).

Assuming, of course, I had a house.

$1500?

I think it’s more sexist than racist, or maybe I’m misreading it.

I agree. I’m not a big Taylor fan either, but I think her response was eloquent, fair, and very respectable. Acknowledging the co-opting of success from people wholly unrelated to your work and encouraging young girls to ignore the haters and focus on following their dreams? How is this bad?

Aw, aren’t you a dear.

I don’t know if I qualify as an old yet (soon to be 33), but I feel you. I am so happy and...not lonely being single. I know it may sound weird to say that, but sometimes, in a relationship, I felt lonely, even though I was with someone. I think because, if it’s not the right fit, then you have this feeling of “I…

True question: Has anyone here been with a man whose penis was that large? I mean...jesus. That’s just...I wouldn’t know what to do with that. And not in a sexy “oh, you’re so masculine, I’m overwhelmed” kind of way.

She is a wizard. Fo Sho.

THIS

I am writing up my PhD (in Humanities) right now, and I have decided that I will not pursue a career in academy. The impossibility of “having it all” is one of many other reasons.

Douchecanoe.

right?

There’s a special place in hell for anyone who votes for Carly Fiorina.

definitely spilled my tea at this. well done!

It is snowing! Here is my backyard, at which I gaze lovingly instead of doing my work (damn telecommuting).