It's kind of depressing that this is what counts as "qualifications" in Washington these days, but at least it's better than "I live in Alaska." At least it's a skill of some sort.

I was just now getting angry because with those glasses he looks (ugh) kind of hot and now I feel awful and dirty. My conscious mind wouldn't even hate-fuck the guy. Now I'm scared to go to sleep!

I'm paraphrasing another commenter here, as they had the best rape apologist/car crash analogy of all time.

If you're stuck on the way of thinking that kids+marriage+career+big house = success then yes, divorce is failure.

But what happens if I purposefully cut my leg and knowingly jump into the ocean within a few yards of a tiger shark, and am subsequently dismembered and eaten? Isn't that my fault? To too is it with women who drink and wear revealing clothing, who go out where men can see them.

Not to mention that if we're doing a rape analogy, this is not a didn't-look-both-ways-and-stepped-into-the-path-of-an-oncoming-car-that-couldn't-brake-in-time situation so much as a "didn't look both ways, driver intentionally swerves to run over you" situation.

I don't know if I agree, at least for myself. I don't really care that the myth of her perfect life has been shattered, because I already knew it was a sham. I already knew that what she is able to do was not because she is better than me, but because she is way richer and has way more free time on her hands than me. …

Because she doesn't understand that. The tone of GOOP is that her lifestyle is totally normal and practical for most moms everywhere. It's Paltrow's complete lack of self-awareness that sets people on edge.

I don't know, their "uncoupling" message still seemed hell-bent on maintaining the perfect lifestyle facade, what with the sunny instagram of the couple (possibly from their wedding day? They both look much younger, and the dress might be cream colored...), not to mention, (as I noted elsewhere yesterday) she did a…

Yea but by crossing the street I was obviously asking for you to hit me with your car. Plus what was I wearing at the time? Had I been drinking? Not to mention do I have a history of crossing a lot of streets?

But if you don't look both ways before crossing the street, and I hit you with my car, IT IS STILL MY FAULT. Whether or not it could have been avoided by you taking other precautions is more or less irrelevant since I HIT YOU WITH MY CAR.

Well, Evans better get ready for the taunts.

How did you manage to make it this far in life with such little self-awareness, a lack of social skills and the reasoning and logic skills of piece of plywood? Why do you appear where you are not needed or wanted? Why do you feel the need to share your basic ass, racist ass opinions with everyone? Why do you make…

Well, we have 6 jobs between the both of us, 3 kids, 3 cats, a mortgage, an elderly relative who depends on our care, so yeah, we have to make time. Not in that horrid tv sitcom "date night" way, but just in the "ok, the kids are in bed, let's talk instead of working or reading or using electronic devices" way.

I see nothing has changed in Belgian media in the past 80 years.

I think if you have to say "I'm not _________." for most qualities, then you probably possess that quality. I'm looking at you co-worker who constantly says, "I'm not stupid!"

And this is one of the myriad reasons why I will not be having kids. What a scam.

It isn't always the place... But I'm illustrating that I (and any other married-with-children folks I've asked about this) completely agreed with comment at one point. I'm saying that it's a commonly-held belief... Until your perspective changes. Aren't comments supposed lend perspective to posts?

I don't take "work" to mean heartache. Work like, making time to have fun together. Making time to plan for your future. Working at improving the relationship. Not work as in "swallowing a whole bunch of shit for the sake of not being alone".

This reminds me of the time my now ex-husband announced on Facebook "Well, my wife just walked out on me," and proceeded to check in to one local bar after another, so he could live-blog his binge drinking. Stars! They're just like us!