ha! I hadn't thought of that, but you are so right.

Wow. Seriously? You think that, generally, men suck? Because while I have my very angry moments, I think most men are pretty good.

Jesus. They look like something a Kardashian robot threw up.

If you are not joking then, holy shit, that is terrifying. I'd need to be hospitalized if I'd been hammered that long.

Totally agree. I'm always flattered that he is so ... overcome.

My daughter is in high-end fashion retail—polyester is sometimes deliberately used over silk by designers whose names you would recognize, and not because of cost. Having been alive in the '70s, I well remember having easy access to both natural and man-made fibers. As for double-knit, well, we didn't all wear it.

It pulls out of the washer and dryer.

The middle class was fine in the '60s and '70s. There was LOTS of polyester back then. In fact, polyester, when made correctly, drapes beautifully.

A long boyfriend cardigan would work, with a simple shell underneath. Slim pants would be fine, with maybe a kitten heel. Lots and lots of long pearls and chains. Coax your hair into a low bun, then wear a headband across you forehead.

Why not fudge just a teensy bit and tell them you've already committed to the new job? In fact, why not accept the job via email tonight or tomorrow and make it true? That way, you can either skip the dinner or go to it with a clear conscience.

You, Catanarchy, are a rock star mom!

As the mother of an adult only, I assure you that you instincts are dead on .

I have similar circumstances. My daughter, an only child, is wildly successful and has always had tons of friends.

Where is SNS?

The Amish vary a great deal. Many of them DO quite voluntarily vaccinate.

Easy: Rudyerd, run together, slight emphasis on the first syllable.

Obviously, The Huntsman was a big hit, but they were equally bad.

You appear to know very little about the middle class.

I have labored intensely over the years in a poorly-paid job that allows me to help first-generation college students make it into the middle class. I don't want to croak early and leave my husband alone to live it up with some higher-earning dame.