Seriously. I was 11 or 12. And the men tried to get me into their car. (They were even so kind as to try sweetening the offer with a promise of some nice, free heroin.)

Today at work, some dude in leadership told me to "Smile more!" the second I walked in the door. I told him that he doesn't get to tell me what to do with myself. He said, "Why not? Because I'm not your direct supervisor?" I was like, "Uh no, neither of you guys get to tell me how or when to show emotion. Jesus…

You touch on this, but it's worth reiterating: Basic psychology says that the more you invest in something, the more problems you ignore.

Her daughter has an eating disorder. Don't body shame here, please.

I don't know about that. I live in a town that's full of upper-middle class/flat out rich families. Some of them actually hate each other, but would rather live forever in an unhappy marriage than give the neighborhood the satisfaction of gossiping about them. It's all about keeping up appearances.

Hmmm. Based not on science, but my own observations, I have a hard time believing that the marriages are any happier, but that the people who need 10 foot towering floral arrangements on every table and swan ice sculptures and 300 wedding guests are the exact same kind of people who would rather die than admit that…

Do it. We eloped 35 years ago. My husband and I are the happiest couple we know.

The more money part if a big thing. The couple who moved in next to my parents held a seemingly thousand person wedding on their lawn (my parents yard is 8 acres, their yard is like 10)(also it was probably only a few hundred but still). They had a band, a specially made gazebo, etc etc. It was friggin posh (and for…

Me: "Happy Birthday!"

All I can think of is Maya Rudolph, "get out of my faaaaaaace".

So he took the passive-aggressive way out, instead of using his words? Not gonna be a very good shrink.

Who is your favorite hero of fiction? The Medusa.

I've been single and not looking for the last 10 months and this makes me never want to date again.

Not a text but dick pics. When I was dating, dick pics after a day or two of talking. In fact, one of the reasons I kept talking to my now boyfriend is because he didn't send me dick pics at all.

She had me at:

The texts that murdered MY romance was the string of very explicit sexts between my wife of 10 years and her boss...

'I just resisted an urge to binge. Go team!'

Me, 1 hour before our scheduled date and him going all day texting but not mentioning our date: "Are we going to hang out today?"

I would like to come back as a practical German lady's sandal. Donatella, we may not be sisters but we are cousins.

To be fair, for many young men and women in the United States a minor possession charge might as well be the same thing as an execution. It only seems draconian in comparison because the effects of incarceration aren't as clear as "death". As to say it's not as direct.