I think because of our constant upward mobility, work is the most important thing for both of us. We're both willing to make really huge sacrifices for education and jobs. I moved to LA with only two suitcases and a bicycle for the chance to find work—he's lived in a house without electricity to be able to afford…

I think it's one of the distinct parts of our culture that we've decided we are a fairly class-less society. Not in the sense that nobody is classy, but in the sense that we value equal opportunity and egalitarian treatment so highly that admitting to class distinctions sounds very harsh to us.

I was thinking about this throughout the article too—we started out lower-middle or upper-lower class, by the time I graduated high school we were upper-middle class, and by the time I graduated college the tech bubble burst, both parents lost their jobs, and I didn't know what we were and I was tens of thousands of…

And here I've been feeling guilty about needing to replace the $36 foundation that I only buy like once a year.

How is this trolling sanctioned while I'm still in the gray?

I've been saying that going to see this sounds like one big circle jerk for ladies. Even if it's found to be enjoyable, I'd rather have that sort of enjoyment in private, thanks.

It's not that clothes talk on the red carpet is bad. It's that for women it's *entirely* clothes, makeup, hair, and body talk, vs. for men it's a little clothes and then some more substantial questions about their roles and careers. The clothes aren't bad when they're one part of the picture, but when women are only…

You made a typo. Tagalongs are supposed to have a #1 next to them.

I don't always, but I'm glad that she did this time, because I thought the first proposal was perfect.

I was 18, he was 21, we were both still in school. We'd been together for a year and change, lived in rooms next to each other in the same house but spent every night with both of us in one or the other. In bed one night after sex, he said, let's get married in Vegas, we could be back by morning and you wouldn't even…

"let's teach photographers that they don't have to be scared to shoot us"

The scary thing about that though is that he'd get information on where they live, which then puts them and their mother in danger. Even if they meet in a neutral place, the kids don't necessarily know how important it is that he not get any clue as to where they live—town, the school they go to, anything.

Yeah, despite the before and after retouch thing being popular recently, this is the one that's hit the point home for me—the "skin" in the retouching isn't skin at all. It's just a smooth gradient.

I'm willing to bet she wrote 99% of the copy herself. Which is exactly what makes it awesomely broken.

I think that's a good distinction to make though, and appreciating the fashion is appropriate in this setting. How far it extends outside of this setting bothers me (see the whole Amal Clooney ruckus the other week), and how far it extends to women's bodies bothers me (workout routines, mani cams, etc.) but asking…

I used to have a boss who'd do this all the time. You'd go into some professional situation with him, and he'd completely ignore the preparation you had done and the point you were making, and instead treat it like some sort of "trial run" where he'd say crap like that. And whoever he was doing it to was trapped there…

yeah, playful and warm... and super condescending. Because that's how you'd be playful with a toddler.

I think the only exception would be if someone had a major health scare at an earlier point where everyone thought it was certain that they would die but then they surprised by pulling through—then there might be an obit on file for them.

My cat loves to do this, I thought she was just crazy! I do HICT in the mornings, and if I'm doing step-ups on a chair, she comes and lays on my mat so that when I need to go back and do situps, whoops, CAT. Oh, or even better, because it takes me like 3 glasses of water to get through a session, I pour myself some…