Exactly. They’re all trash, all the way down.

I was in the same situation, IndianaJoan (student husband, sole breadwinner, mid-thirties) and it is possible, but it requires a crap ton of planning. If it helps, this is how I managed it: 1) figure out what your monthly “nut” is, how much you can expect to get from other parties (husband, work, current savings) and…

I have a 12 year old boy. I’m team enchantress.

Oh, very nice.

I’m noticing the tech slide now and it’s horrifying. I no longer am able to automatically pick up new tech and instinctively understand how to use it - now I have to explicitly *learn* new tech and it is absolutely <expletive gerund deleted> infuriating. a) no time and b) OH THE HUMILIATION.

Same. I go out for stuff I can’t make well at home; Mexican, Asian and Indian, and also brunch, because I suck at making poached eggs. If I want lobster, a burger, pasta... it’s way better cooked at home.

Any smaller people here who can clue me in on a polite way to eat sushi when one cannot manage an entire piece of nigiri (or maki) in a single bite? Because I can’t, and I end up having to shamefacedly deconstruct each into two bites. Not elegant. Tips?

Excellent advice.

I have to disagree with you here. As a woman, I would want to know about this early on in the dating phase, AND, again, as a woman I would automatically be a little more careful about evaluating someone I don’t know well, who has guns. I would expect him to feel somewhat the same but not as acutely (ref. Margaret…

Right. (We) Americans tend to interpret as rudeness, simple stylistic differences, as you note. We also think that anyone who isn’t smiling at us by default is giving us attitude. This is not our best quality when we travel.

Welcome to the East Coast. Enjoy your stay.

I adore chawan mushi. Do you have a recipe you like?

God love this woman. I hope she lives forever. Ruth, if you need a kidney or something, DM me. I got you.

Why? That’s not unusual. For us, second marriage, we each have kids and businesses. We have a joint account for groceries and joint toys, and that’s it. Works perfectly for us, and cuts out a lot of arguments about discretionary spending that don’t need to happen.

So I have no problem with husband knowing my passwords, but I could not tolerate anyone using my laptop. Holy cow, you’re brave. Could. Not. Do. It’s like letting someone into your Id.

Right. Even if you don’t deliberately share it, you live with someone long enough, you get an idea of how they think. We do the same Amazon thing for the same reasons, but I’m guessing we could log into each other’s accounts anyway - if we wanted to spoil christmas.

Maybe it’s our age, or the fact that we are not each other’s first marriage, but this was a no-brainer for us. We never discussed sharing passwords, but after this long, we both basically know each other’s for everything. “Honey, what is the netflix password?”, etc.

Agree. Simulated rape of a woman is not the same as rape of a woman. The translation error is not only changing the context, but it’s terribly sloppy work.

The staggering irony is infuriating.

The kid was suspicious of an unplugged charger, examined it and discovered a hidden camera? Jesus Christ, she needs to be working at NASA. Someone get her a paid internship, stat.