I love sweatshirts and yoga pants as much as the next person, but whenever I see someone looking really sharp, I think "Yeah, that's how I should look." I never think that when I see someone wearing lululemon.

I really don't like the idea of names being so gendered. "You can't name him/her that! That's a boys/girls name!" If she wants to name her daughter James, I don't have a problem with it.

I don't disagree that James is questionable for a baby girl name - but "Baby Name Critic" or whatever posts are asinine. The snark is SO contrived it's not even amusing. She comes off as dickish instead of funny.

Cue the gender-normative sarcasm. Oh, wait, I see it's already here.

I think the real problem here is that is is overwhelmingly women in admin jobs. I've worked with two male admins - ever - out of say, 100, and they were both gay men, so therefore able (?) to do a ''woman's work.''

I used to have a guy come into the break room/kitchen with a dirty glass and ask where he should put it before leaving it in the sink and wandering out. Somehow the obvious solution of the dishwasher never presented itself to him. He earned roughly 4x my salary though so I guess he didn't need to concern himself with…

I'm imagining this same story, but without that union (the outcome isn't as good.)

I can cite so many examples of this, but my favorite was the male attorney who asks me to fix the copy machine when it jams. It took me years to finally come up with the proper response, "Ray, I went to the same law school as you, and they still don't offer any office equipment repair classes."

I would prefer it if no one remembered to throw birthday parties at work.

This man is to literature what Thomas Kinkade is to art. With the repugnant, bigoted, asshole attitude to match.

Not quite true. They are flattering to my best friend. She looks amazing in them. I, on the other hand, look like my mother mated with a tent and I am the illegitimate love-child that resulted.

I'm kinda sad that most libraries don't do a "discard" box near the entrance anymore. I remember getting some old editions (like, from at least the 1910s) of House of the Seven Gables (gave that as a gift to my junior year English teacher for Xmas since she mentioned she loves old editions of books) and another book…

This has been my problem too. I can barely fit their jeans over my thighs and calfs but they don't sit on the waist well enough to not fall off if I sit down. The sweaters are exactly like you described on me too.

Have you seen the latest dresses? I ordered two of the a-lines but there are literal sacks there. Sacks, sold for cash money. Even the models look depressed in them.

I started a small anti-domestic violence org a couple years back called voiceagainstviolence.org. We don't collect any money, we just encourage women to sign up for a Google Voice number (its features are — unintentionally — extremely helpful for DV victims: contacts and texts can never be lost when abuser…

Plain vodka for cocktails, a good whiskey for sipping. Not hard, people.

This whole thing is more shady than a rainforest. I love literature, I live and breathe it, my useless degree is in it. I will never read this book. It feels tainted as hell and just... wrong. Part of me really thinks they're taking advantage of a sickly deaf and seeing impaired woman and it's awful.

I also wonder why they're doing this now rather than waiting to publish it posthumously. I wonder if her will is more difficult to get around.

I can't believe Harper Lee, in her current state, after years of desiring privacy, filing law suits to protect her product and privacy, and claiming that she'd never write another book, is enthusiastically on board with this.

Thank you for telling your story. I agree with you pretty much 100%.