The funniest part of the story was when my mom called me all excited, "Your brother got that audition he went on!"

Scientific proof that men are hotter with beards and creepier with mustaches:

Well... no. If 1 out of every 8097 people in the US commits suicide, that's still one out of 8097 on average per state. And if were to talk about the breakdown for the largest 200 cities in the US, it wouldn't then be 1 out of 40. It would still be (on average) 1 out of 8097. If we don't have the breakdown, some may…

Ned was a friend of mine. Not a close friend, but very much more than just an acquaintance. I first met him through a mutual friend around 2005 in NYC, and knew immediately (like instantly, no exaggeration) that he was one of the most genuine, good-hearted people I'd ever encountered. He just radiated that kind of…

I'm from Maine. I know winter.

I'm going to ignore the massive issues with victim blaming here. I'm confident that others will handle it just fine. Let's instead focus specifically on:

Ugh your story sounds very familiar to me too. I also had my first panic attack around the time the relationship ended.

I had a perpetual facial hair struggle going in a past relationship. Mustaches were my concession. Just noticed on a friend's FB page that the dude is now rocking hideous Wolverine mutton chops. On an already narrow face. I'm convinced some dudes grow that shit just to shock people.

Me neither. My husband tried to grow a mustache ONCE, and let me tell you, it was the largest hurdle our marriage has ever faced.