Word. I live 6 miles from where I work on the Westside and in the evening that commute can and has taken almost an hour, though usually it's more like 35 minutes. And that's taking surface streets, which are even faster than the freeway for me.

Newly 40, and I regularly get hit on, despite being a little lumpy here and there. Oddly, it's usually by younger men in their early 20s. It really is about confidence. Believing in yourself, loving your mind and body, projecting happiness — all of these make people want to connect with you.

You put your finger on it — dude has some boundary issues. I love him to pieces, but for so many reasons (much of them to do with his Borderline Personality Disorder, which he's now receiving treatment for) it was never going to work long term for us in retrospect.

I think this is it. He didn't enjoy spending time with her very much any more, and no longer found her very attractive. Not because she put on weight (she actually slimmed down from 190 to 145), but because she had stopped putting any effort into the relationship. Her taking him for granted (apparently) bred contempt…

I'm in a difficult situation with my (almost) ex-husband. We're still really close, and have each other's back whenever possible. So of course, when his on/off girlfriend of four years breaks up with him, he turns to me for advice and support through his heartbreak.

Some douchecanoe wearing one jaywalked in front of me today, so yeah, I think they are. Sad(e)ness, Parts I-XIV.

It's the best. I was a very, very sweaty adolescent girl, and I was desperate to end the situation, stat, before I became a permanent social pariah. My doctor recommended Drysol and within 4 or 5 months, hey presto! No more sweating. 25 years later, I no longer have sweaty pits. Occasionally, in extreme heat (100F+),…

My cat is also named George! And we already call him the Princeling so all is well with the world.

My mother always called it her sister Lucia but I think she was made out of marijuana. Come to think of it, Auntie Lucia always had a skunky smell to her.

My grandmother was brought over the Rio Grande in the saddlebag of a burro 100 years ago. Her five children all have graduate degrees, and one is a professor emeritus of pharmacology. Her five grandchildren (my dad's family sucked at breeding for dog-people, it seems) all have graduate degrees as well and include an…

I was just about to post the same thing. Oh! The ears just slay me.

Noooooooooooooooooooo!

Going on the Pill triggered hypertension in me at the age of 21. It's never gone back to normal nearly 20 years on. I've tried new formulations, the mini-pill, the micro-pill... all have the same effect. Up goes the blood pressure.

I'm Irish-Mexican-Basque-Scots-Belgian. My boyfriend is Korean-German-Cherokee-Irish. All anybody wants to know about us together is "BUT WHAT WILL YOUR BAYBEEEEEZ LOOK LIKE."

He's a friend of a former work colleague of mine. She says he is an absolute delight, and is by far and away the funniest person to invite to dinner parties.

This sounds fantastic. My boyfriend makes raspberry-champagne paletas that are outstandingly yum.

Every song is made better when you change it to be about cats.

I agree completely. Context, as always, is king. I have had impulses in the past that were seemingly overwhelming and completely frightening.

I agree the Bryan Cranston story needs context, and LAist provided it earlier today: http://laist.com/2013/07/16/bry…

Oh yes, the spatula! Very useful for this 4'11" lady to get things up and down from shelves. I often climb onto the counter too so I can get to the shelves that are beyond even spatula-reach or access via footstool.