I’m not sure there is room for “variety” in his head with all that Blue Steel action.

You’ve given him no choice. HERE COMES... THE SMOLDER.

Pity’s kind of a strong word. I still think that Ben Affleck is a shitbird for picking someone dependent on him for income to break his wedding vows with, and someone who is very closely associated with both his wife and his children besides—which will only traumatize all of those innocents so much the worse. There’s…

I read this with my heart in my throat hoping that you and the baby both came through okay. I’m so glad you did. No judgment at all. Your body, you made the choice that was best for you on the advice of your doctor. I think I’d have done way worse than heroin to escape what you were facing, and I’d have done it with…

I’m really glad that I’m not hearing tons of shit directed at the nanny in the Affleck-Garner breakup. No “homewrecker” accusations that I can see, so far (they’re probably out there but not obviously falling to hand). I’m glad of that. I already thought Affleck was kind of a shit person but this isn’t making my…

I’m betting her version of your life bears next to no resemblance to your actual life—I’ve had a lot of “friends” like that, who seem to get more out of pitying me as a way of validating their own lives and feeling better about their own choices. You’re right, there’s no point at all in arguing about it.

You should seriously ask one of these people where they found out we exist in this corner of the internet. I looked a little myself just now because I was really curious. I’m guessing some subreddit or other at this point. If it’d been anything else, like some evangelical’s busy-body blog lamenting “worldly culture”…

Yes, I think I can fap to this.

In what universe does “give no facts” or “give no comments” even make sense?

I’m with you, Pinkham: I’m completely mystified at where your link got shared that is this overrun with nattering, sanctimonious, controlling, holier-than-thou, pearl-clutching, vapors-suffering, panty-twisted, moralistic busy-bodies. Has anybody let the site owners know that they have an infestation on their hands?…

Son of a biscuit eater! I know just what you mean. Fudge! It makes me sooooo mad!

Does anybody under the age of 45 still get into those things? My mom died and I found literally thousands in her various hoards.

Even then it matters whether or not the plane is functional or not at the time, just what animals are in that shelter, and whether the war is literal or metaphorical.

I get sad whenever I see that actor young because I know how his life will turn out and he doesn’t yet.

I’m not being sarcastic. I want you to be a graduation speaker for some major university or high school and use this as your launch-pad speech. I wish someone had told us that at my graduations instead of “follow your dreams” and “you can achieve anything you want!” If sunshine blown up our asses hadn’t taken in the…

Like fundamentalists? Every fundamentalist man who ever pursued me in my Christian days was jaded, spoiled, and wanted more than I was ever willing to give—in this case, he wanted marriage, babies, and a nice patriarchal home life, and I wanted to nope right on out of there. (By “he” I mean all of them; there was more…

Not at all. Every serious relationship I’ve ever been in, including this one, it was the man who initially proposed moving us to the next level. Sometimes I was game for the idea, and sometimes it took a bit for me to come around to the idea. Before Mr. Also and I got married, sometimes my female co-workers would talk…

In case you needed to hear this, you were 100% in the right here. I feel for the kid—she is in for a lifetime of bitter disappointment if she’s been taught this thoroughly that she gets anything she wants no matter whose it is.

You’re probably right. I had acid reflux some years back—modifying my horrible eating habits helped a lot and so did the weight loss that resulted, no doubt—and most starchy stuff had that effect on me. I still have to keep an eye on it; I get heartburn a lot easier than some folks and if I let that happen too much I…

I say go for it. If nothing else it’d make one hell of a Kitchen Nightmares episode.