I just do not understand how you can look at that kind of porn involving a 2-3 year old child. I mean....my friend’s daughter aka my sorta niece will be three in July. I actually cannot get my head around it. It’s too horrifying for words.

I, too, am afraid of the barfing. I got norovirus in a casino with my mother. After I projectiled all over that bathroom (sorry person who had to clean it), I sat in the car for ninety minutes with a bucket WILLING MYSELF not to puke, which proudly I managed, until I came home and literally barfed everywhere as soon…

This is actually the best argument for the scene that I have heard besides Steggy shipping, so thanks for that. I am also sad it had to be Peggy, and I wish that hallway strut had been her last scene.

YES!

OH GOD YES I totally agree with you there. The #notallwhitedudes monologue was not fucking necessary and I literally didn’t care what he was saying.

Okay, good. All my friends think I am completely insane for thinking this. They were all giant Stan/Peggy ‘shippers though. I saw their relationship as work husband/work wife. Almost sibling like.

I would have been fine with a happy ending (Joan got one! A bittersweet one! And so did Trudy and Pete) if it hadn’t been so poorly executed. We can agree to disagree, but it has nothing to do with me being jaded. I love a good love story. I don’t feel that this scene was in any way earned, and it was sappy and trite…

1000 calories a day is CRIMINAL! I learned through doing every diet in the book that mega restrictive shit makes me psycho and binge eat like whoa. I did WW for years and all it did was make me have anxiety attacks about a pat of butter on my potato. It DID get my skinny for my wedding, and I can look back on being a…

It was shoehorned into that episode. There was no lead up, nothing. It was clumsy.

I didn’t say this was a giant change in her character, but to end Peggy’s entire arc with the fact that she gets a boyfriend is....disappointing. To say the least. Not to mention the half-assed way they did it. Frankly, Peggy’s love life was not even remotely the most interesting thing about her character. I would…

Completely agree. It was so false and so corny. I’d have been much better with it if it went like you said. It was bad writing.

Because it was a giant, clanging false note in one of the best female character arcs I have ever seen on television. I thought Moss’ acting in the scene ALMOST saved it, but the way they shoehorned that scene in there was just terrible, and that writing was cheesy as fuck. Peggy deserved better than that.

The Stan/Peggy thing made me ridiculously angry. What sort of half baked moist hanky rom com Nancy Meyers fucking bullshit was that?

He is a fucking anal boil. An anal boil that needs to be lanced and drained. He’s a fucking colostomy bag. I hardly ever hate people - let alone people I don’t know - but I absolutely loathe this guy. He and Gavin McInnes can both fuck off.

I do not send sexy texts to my husband, as my fear of sending it to the wrong person trumps literally any excitement I might glean from such an adventure. One time I texted him that I was feeling horny and sent it to my best friend by accident. She is still laughing at me.

While we are all being judgy and sanctimonious, I think New Yorkers should also ask their delivery guys what they make. And their waitstaff/bussers/runners. I bet you anything if there was some expose on delivery wages, New Yorkers would have a really rough time giving up their Seamless. But because this is about…

LIVING for the Queens haters right now. Keep on hatin, kids. I’ll be here with my cheap (for now) living expenses and better food than literally anywhere else in the city. And now, MOAR PIE.

SATC 2 was enough torture.

You know, I’m not down with the jubilation and gloating and shaming of women getting manicures and pedicures. I am sure that there are injustices at many salons - including hairdressers. Instead of gloating and shaming the women who get them, maybe we should all give side-eye to the culture in NYC that regards a…

There is a huge difference between gold star parenting and abuse, and its a little unnerving you read his post and saw just minor imperfection.