I haven’t even heard of one of these boybands, but I’m excited to see this. I hope there’s singing. A musical zombie film would be DA BOMB.

NO JOKE. I think that at this point just moving in to the Richard Rogers and refusing to leave a la Phantom of the Opera is my only hope of getting to see this show.

It depends, does Mel have visitation rights? ‘Cause if no, the FUCK YEAH. It’s basically a free baby. Your hospital bills would be paid off, and you wouldn’t have to pay for pesky, expensive things like diapers. And, you’re set for like, 18 years. You wanna hire a nanny and keep working? You can do that. You wanna be…

I think that being able to tip outrageously like that would be one of the best parts of being wealthy. Also, seeing Hamilton.

As someone with the exact same illness as the friend, I can clarify that this is bullshit. Mental illness sucks balls, and bipolar disorder makes it hella hard to maintain good relationships with people, but it’s no excuse for being an asshole. The things that the friend said to the writer’s husband were cold and…

Or for bullet wounds.

That is genius. I’m stealing that date question, hope it’s okay.

I’m the same way (actually, I buy them every time I go grocery shopping), but it’s more the spirit of the thing? Like if hypothetical Mr. Andi wasn’t mature enough to handle buying tampons, then he obviously isn’t worthy to be Mr. Andi, because buying tampons is no big deal, and men really need to grow up about it.

Your husband sounds amazing.:)

Those men are terrible, and you deserve so much better.

Why must you hurt me in this way?

I think you mean kween.

I just thought that bay leaves were used to determine who has to do the dishes. Like ‘sorry bro, you got the leaf in your soup, those dirty dishes are yours’