And while you're telling us more, please explain how 45 year-old Daniel Craig is supposed to attract TEENAGE girls.

This was my reaction, too. I'm not one of those people to go on about 'male privilege' or constantly shout that women have it much worse and always have, but this guy's article made me do the world's biggest eye roll. Come ON, dude. Perspective is key.

While Stanley's point about the Bond movies losing their humor is definitely on point, I agree with you that Daniel Craig's Bond is a much more believable one. Sean Connery might charm the gun out of your hand, but Craig will beat the shit out of you and not even bother with the gun.

Preach. I would give just about anything for this to be real. I have ridiculous skin with so many problems, and one I discovered a couple years ago was that the more I exercise, the more breakouts I get, and in bizarro places (chest, neck, BEHIND MY EARS (WTF?!?)). So either I am in decent shape but have terrible…

Yes, I am definitely category 3! And it is so frustrating when people are like "This starts at 7, so BE ON TIME!" Because I'm always TRYING to be on time, it just doesn't always work.

That's great! That group should be a good start. My oldest sister is in a similar position, where she and her her husband and their two kids moved from the city to the suburbs, and since she isn't working, she isn't meeting people. Her oldest kid just signed up for soccer and a dance class and will be starting…

I LOVE LOVE LOVE living by myself in a new place where I have no friends. I'm a bit of an odd bird in that way, but it can be really empowering if you find a way to embrace it.

This sounds exactly like what happens to me. "It only takes five minutes to get dressed." But then it takes 15, and I have no idea why. That cartoon perfectly depicts my existence. Hmm, maybe I should get tested for ADD.

Speaking as a person who is chronically late (generally only 5-10 minutes, so not enough to ruin plans but certainly enough to be annoying), it is extremely frustrating for us, too.* I feel so guilty and always apologize profusely when I'm late (and usually obsessively text travel updates- 'Just got on the bus!' 'I'm…

Word to this. I'm the person who is always late (never by much, usually 5 minutes, occasionally 10) and I literally cannot help it. I've not been diagnosed with anything (although I do fall on the mild end of the autism spectrum, so maybe that's part of it?), but nothing I do makes any difference time wise. Like you,…

This is barely related to your comment, but it reminded me that my essay DID win the Dare contest, but I NEVER GOT MY DARE BEAR!!!!! That was honestly the reason I tried so hard in my essay and then I never even got it. That was in fifth grade and I'm almost 30 now, and it still makes me so mad. So I totally get your…

You're probably right about that. Such a bummer that a song about all the things girls don't like about themselves most likely IS really relatable for teens. And that line about "You never want to know how much you ate" or whatever? Gross and sad.

Ugghhhh, I hate "Little Things." I really like One Direction (and on occasion, Ed Sheeran), but man that song is terrible. Why they chose to release that song as a single, I will never understand.

The girls might be too cool for One Direction, but Ed Sheeran certainly isn't. He wrote two of the songs on their most recent album. Take that, too cool girls!

Aaaaand done!

Someone also recognizes the Guster album that is your icon. I'm on fire today!

I agree with you, gorgeous girl!

There was a girl on my Master's course who wore SUPER high heels, all day every day. To class, to the pub afterwards. We went on a post-finals pub crawl (which was planned in advance, so we all knew what we were getting into), and she wore insanely spiky high heels the whole time. All over London's ancient, cobbly…

I was all over the nicknames to keep people's identities secret while I lived abroad because of the internet. I'd email with a few of my close girlfriends and they'd know all about the guys I was meeting (including their actual names! Gasp, scandal!), but when I wanted to reference them on Twitter, I'd have to use a…

If it wasn't for Seth Cohen, it would never have even crossed my mind that Seth could be a Jewish name. The only Seth I know in real life is a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, southern Catholic dude. He's the anti-Cohen. Yet somehow, I had crushes on both of them.