Me, too, to all of this (ok, I'm 29, but still). I wanted someone to make out with me, but I hated the idea of being someone's girlfriend. Something inside of me revolted at the term.

Well, the D line, but in a nicer area. Gotta keep the kids safe from people who use public transit. They're moving next year to Newton for the schools. Really, just for the schools.

I was shaking so badly by the time I got up to him that I could barely take the picture. And then I had to go and sign with shaky hands for three hours, but I felt like a fucking badass bitch for standing up for myself.

Aw, thank you!

I think because of the colleges, every school reports when one of their students is attacked in any way. When I was in grad school (and now that my partner’s back in undergrad) I would get emails weekly about assaults, because it was all of the schools in my area reporting their student reports. Then, if, say, Simmons…

Yeah, I know. Besides, the shoes insisted he was from the suburbs and I didn't recognize him. But this my first experience being openly photographed by a stranger who made no attempt to hide it.

Is this a Boston thing? I had some old creep do the same thing to me literally two blocks away (Mass and Comm) in April. He was taking pictures of the flowers and then oddly just started to take pictures down an empty-but-for-me sidewalk as I walked toward him into the wind while wearing a wrap dress that kept…

Oh, god, you’re so right. I’m three months ways from 30 and it’s like last month someone hit the off switch on my metabolism and I gained 10% in a week. Damned if I don’t have to go out and buy new clothes now.

I want kids on a visceral level, but when I think about how intrinsically awful and demoralizing it is, I don’t want to. My mother-in-law insists that children are awful and unmanageable (I said I’d do with my kids what my parents did when I had tantrums in public: pick them up, move them away from people who don’t…

Did you plan to have your son, either specifically then or eventually? Did you have an involved partner from early on? Why am i asking a total stranger such deeply private questions? And also, thank you.

Are kids any good? Because I see no reason to go through nine months of hell and destroy my cute figure if after that I’m going to feel more alone, more despised, more unappreciated, and more unloved than I already do. All I hear from people who don’t have a horse in the race is that having kids is the most…

Chill Uncle Frankie’s my go-to guy for celeb news and gossip. Plus, he has great wine (though, admitteddly, his crackers are bland and foamy).

Suuuuuper late, but anyone else planning their week for the Jez scary stories? I wrote mine down in August, I'm so excited. I hope they do it in lieu of pissing contest, because I don't want anyone to skip it.

Happy birthday! I'm binging on Desperate Housewives and sporadically cleaning/consistently avoiding cleaning. I should do better, though, because I'm also spying on the mouse who runs across the middle of the floor. At least this isn't the same one who hung out before I put down poison. I'm not a fan of poisoning them…

I don’t think I could do this. Or maybe I could, but my partner doesn’t give me a chance because he constantly wants praise for executing basic functions, like turning in the lights or not leaving spills just sitting on the floor. I do genuinely enjoy surprising him with thanks, though, because he just lights up when…

Can medication/medical/medicine abortions become the new moon cup? Because I loved mine but oh the cramps and clots. ;)

For some reason I look like a dog chauffeur because I regularly had strange dogs hop into my car while I waited for my then-boyfriend to show up. I loved their confused little faces when, after a second, they realized that I wasn’t their human and this wasn’t their majestic chariot. It was always a little sad when…

That’s my first and only real reaction. “Huh, drunk/high dude crashes wedding. Huh, three officers? That’s a lot. Oh, he bit a dude? Huh. HE BIT THE FUCKING DOG?!? That fucking monster! How dare he?!?”

I’m also the last of my surname in my family, but my name is so removed from my identity that I feel little attachment to it (is it just a matter of having a first name with endless variations, most of which I like and happily use? Who knows). I’m more interested in seeing if I could get my partner to adopt my…

Congratulations, you have robbed my of my life long desire to have a brother. #onlychild4lyfe