Seriously. If someone made me move to the goddamn desert they'd better be buying me whatever the fuck I asked for.

His dick isn't missing. That's a phallusy,

I told my husband about this conversation, and he immediately goes,

Feminist Ryan Gosling disapproves.

Eva Mendes can take my sweatpants off my cold, dead body.

Allow me to tell you my favorite part: they live in the desert. Legit desert in a tiny village with the closest "town" (aka strip malls) being like, 20 miles away. He moved there and and begged her to come with him. He's a rocket scientist. There are NO other jobs out there that are not rocket science jobs or low…

At one point, she asked if he would consider quitting his job to be a stay-at-home father given how much he wanted a baby. "That just wasn't the plan he had in mind," she said.

Very interesting! I think I remember reading somewhere that milkmen contributed ration coupons for Elizabeth's gown.

I'm going to be in London in April, and this sounds RIGHT UP MY ALLEY. But when was the last time you were there? I was reading some reviews, and it sounds like they recently renovated (late last year) and that trench experience is no longer there. :(

I have a number of quilts and crocheted afghans my grandmother made. (She lived through the Depression and War.) The crocheted things are all the most hideous colors, usually multi-colored, not a color scheme. Also, in very cheap yarns. The quilts are largely 1960's & 1970 polyester scraps, some in horrid…

It's such a great museum. The WWI trench experience is fascinating, too. They even make it smell horrible.

I love that department stores offered the service of applying it for the unskilled. Just don't cross your legs ladies, amirite?

Alice Roosevelt is my favorite presidential child (the Obama daughters are in the running). She would bombard cabinet meetings, get up onto the roof of the white house and generally was a female version of her father.

Something like this happened to me in St. Louis. Fuckers closed the exit to the interstate with no warning. There were signs for miles that an exit to a street was "partly closed" but absolutely nothing about the interstate being closed until I was at that exit and had no idea how else to get there. You'd think a few…

I'm sorry, I'm laughing so hard right now. THAT'S THE BEST. Fucking "Pan." I hope you freaked the ever loving shit out of them!

Right?! When I was reading this my thought was, "Because of course his name is 'Pan'!"

Thank you for including the detail about beer-dropping. It pushed me over the edge, right into belly laugh territory.

My meltdown was over food too. My junior year of college, I was so in love with a guy who was in love with me too, but in a three year relationship. He would later dump his girlfriend, date me for six months, dump me, and then get back together with his original girlfriend. They later got married.

One of my last semesters in college I had let my roommate talk me into renting an apartment at a really weird apartment complex in Austin called the Metropolis which was painted psychedelic colors and housed a lot of artistic and obviously drug friendly people. I was a middle class kid from a small town and a huge…