Now that’s just unfair to cats.

So uh, here’s the thing: the comment section of a website is not a table, and bitching online is not the equivalent of screaming at a waiter. Some people — get this — keep their opinions to themselves in real life, and — hold on to your knickers — vent on the internet, where the people about whom they are venting are…

My bf’s dermatologist is Dr. Dotz.

May we get one of these for “myself”? It’s NOT a sophisticated version of “I”!!!!

I’m glad it struck a nerve. 

My bf does this as well. We are not alone!

I can’t watch other people’s skin stuff, but I go to town on my own. Have skin like an orange peel as a result. Dammit.

When I get on the phone I immediately shove my hand down my skivvies to pinch and explore the folds of my labia. This goes on for the entire duration of the conversation, regardless of the person on the other end, and completely without sexual intent or orgasmic result. Occasionally I pause to give the fingers a…

I think that’s a fair perspective based on your understanding of how Whitney’s life (and death) have been misused — and an appropriate follow-up response given the addition of more information. I’ve been reading about Amy Winehouse lately, and how many of her romantic partners sold sordid details of their time…

But why wouldn’t the ‘you’ in ‘I understand that you don’t like finding out something about a dead celebrity that you find “icky”,’ be perceived as a second person indicative, and why wouldn’t the subject of the “something” that is “icky” be her queerness? A recipient or even casual observer is not unreasonable to find…

Count me in for not thinking you found her sexuality “icky”. I think someone deliberately misconstrued your point in order to deliver a coveted taek, then pulled some gaslighting “wasn’t talking specifically about yoOoOoOou” nonsense when taken to task for it, and that wasn’t cool.

Anyway, what I still don’t understand about her insistence that it was “all for show,” is what exactly she’s annoyed wish.

You live in Portland?

exploiting a hole in their doughnut

I’m sorry you’re going through this. Thank  you for sharing your story. You have helped me realize that my mom might have the same issue.

Yep. I went back to school at 28, and had to pick between two colleges — UCLA and Mills. They both offered me full scholarships. Part of me wanted to go to UCLA for the clout, and part of me wanted to go to Mills for the classroom size.

My boyfriend found out his (now ex-)wife of two decades was having an affair when he found a receipt for sexy stuff that he had never seen, put some twos together, and looked at her phone.

That’s what you got from this, huh?

Argh! Blast!