All I'll say is this: If I had stuck to my picky "I'll never date a guy under 5' 10"" rule, I wouldn't be married to the most wonderful, caring, doting husband to have ever existed (suck it, other ladies! I kid, I kid).

I'd pay a fair sum of money for science to give me a memorable week with Clive Owen.

Awww. Messenger bag for next gift-giving occasion, maybe? No man should be condemned to wear cargo shorts. Not only do they look heinous, all your stuff bangs against the sides of your knees when you walk!

I cannot understand why more men don't carry bags. (I am a woman, and I call mine a bag, because that's what it is, and it's large and not remotely fancy, and I hate the word "purse.") It's the height of utility. I'm sick of having my male friends make me carry their shit like a fucking pack animal just because I'm…

Ah, but doesn't it take crazy to have an internet conversation with crazy?

I are being a satire-guy.

Beards forever! Though I do fear the day that "beard-bro" becomes a thing. Alas, I don't have the right stuff to grow a thick full beard, but I consider myself a bearded man in my heart. My mustache, however, is magnificent, and by far my proudest achievement.

That would be nice, but I'm not holding my breath.

I think that you're probably right! At the very, very least, we can all hope that that will be so.

That's certainly true, and while I'm also in my late twenties and also eschew broadcast TV, I live in one of the more Republican areas of Pennsylvania, and know quite a few of my peers who still watch it on a daily basis. Granted, they also get information from the internet, but Fox News is there, as well.

I can say that the latter issue — dealerships/mechanics being even worse with women — is certainly true. My mom has been in computers for over 30 years and computer salesmen still treat her like a poor, middle-aged, candy-crushing woman who doesn't really know what she's talking about. She has to whip out an…

You make valid points, although none which address mine.

That's the conclusion of the H.G Wells novel 'The Time Machine'. Lazy self serving weedy Eloi's eventually become food for the big hairy outgoing Morlocks.

See that's the thing—the women's equivalent was some of the same stages but not all, which makes it not the equivalent. So it's always going to be Le Petite Tour or some other crappy name the marketers come up with, swaddled in pink banners. I'm all for allowing women on the teams and seeing how that sorts itself out,…

It is level amongst the dopers.

More specifically, I'm the gay guy who hopes all slender well-dressed men are gay. Don't take that away from me!

Abs are made in the kitchen is the idiom, but they should also say they are made at conception. I'm on my personal quest to an eight pack, and as a foodie and drunk it has been the hardest thing in the world to give up my favorite two things in the world. I kinda just want to prove to myself I can get super shredded…

I can tell you how many guys react to women taller than them! Usually not so great. Generally the ones about your height are the most competitive, in a sense... they're like "wait no you couldn't possibly be 6'3"! You're wearing heels... no, okay, no you're not... hmmm, well... let's stand back to back! Then someone…

Let me introduce you to the Bears...

I can proudly say as an American that I have NEVER in life have shopped at Abercrombie, American Eagle or Hollister. I believe the cologne/perfume smells that waft out of those stores are their versions of bug repellent (AKA repellent against people who don't "fit" their stores' "criteria").