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By all means, please do. :>)

Hmmm. Point taken.

For whatever reason, I never felt like it was cautionary. I felt like the tree was happy that she had given all that she had, and satisfied to be able to provide the ungrateful dude with a place to sit. I guess that's what freaked me out when I read it again as an adult, that it didn't seem like the tree ever said,

I don't even think it's scary, I think it's got a bad message. Whether you read it as a parable about nature in relation to humans, or as a story about someone who gives everything to a child/lover/friend until nothing is left but a stump (and the recipient never even says thank you, and squanders ALL the gifts), it

I used to read Andrew Goldman's column (in which he only interviewed men) in Elle religiously. He asked exactly those kinds of questions there, of his male subjects. It's irreverence, not sexism, in my opinion. You don't have to like it, and I can understand people being offended, but I don't think he's displaying

Anybody else read My Uncle Oswald, by Roald Dahl?

Beige (aka "nude") heels must die. They must die now. I hate how they look, I hate the misnomer, I hate their ubiquity, I hate their unoriginality. Why would you EVER pass up an opportunity to have something interesting going on in shoe-ville?

My husband read A Day No Pigs Would Die out loud to me a few years ago. HOLY SHIT. I had never encountered that as a kid. That was some heavy shit.

When I went back and reread The Giving Tree as an adult, it turns out to be a completely horrifying, terrible, no-good book and I would not give it to a child.

During my struggles with not being able to get pregnant, I remember thinking, it's like a test you cannot study for, but need to pass. It's one area of life where working a little bit harder and giving it your all won't do anything.

Swealor is my new favorite word. As an ER nurse, I'd say I start cussing about 20 minutes into my shift.

Oy.

I just clicked on CreepSquad and this is literally the first thing I saw:

I also loved him in the first Charlie's Angels movie. But what am I saying? I loved that whole thing!

YES. Love so much.

I'd say 40+ years was still a successful marriage. Maybe there's more than one way to characterize marital success...also, I think for many folks, the reason to stay together in an unhappy marriage later in life would be so that you wouldn't end up poor and destitute. That was probably not a factor in their

Neatly done.

Ouch. It's not really that kind of hotel, though. Or it didn't used to be.

The other reason you have the hots for Bill Clinton is that he is hot. Or formerly hot, and you're still responding to the fading aura of hottitude, like the light from a dying star. I shook his hand on the street when he was running for president the first time and I went from being all "enh" to being all "am

It's bad enough when your parents/grandparents/well-meaning aunts take you to the Nutcracker. This is like the Nutcracker only longer, more boring and with fewer dancing mice. Ugg.