Those poor boobs! They were extra squished this episode. I'm on Jez bitching about bra fit and praising the practice of taking it off as soon as I'm out of public view, and women back in the day were strangling theirs. Gah. Ouch. Why.

I eat grits all the time and I don't think I've ever hashtagged them. Then again, the only valuable thing, to me, about people putting their meals on the ol' web is that it makes this site possible: http://someoneatethis.tumblr.com/

I was at a bachelorette party and a wedding last year with a bunch of folks from Arkansas. The girls all took three hours to get ready, pointed out exactly which designer made which parts of their outfits, and about broke their neck to tell us how cosmopolitan they are/Little Rock is. I felt sorry for them.

Yep. As soon as my front door closes when I get home from work, the bra comes off. It might be the best part of my day.

Ugh, that's tough and scary. In my two previous long-term relationships, I knew both of them wanted kids, and it even if we could work out all our other stuff, eventually we would come to an impasse over that. My current boyfriend can't have children, and while that is not why I'm with him (I am with him because he is…

I cannot stand kids, but I am really, really nice about my friends' kids and would never be so flippant. Those people are kind of assy. That said, as far as the divide between parents vs. non-parents, a) I think an us vs. them mentality is stupid and damaging, but b) there is such a fundamental difference in lifestyle…

Oh my god, the idea of having a kid around talking at me all day sounds like actual punishment. It sounds like torture. I feel confident that I would regret having children, so I'm not having them and I've never thought twice about it.

Gah! I can't believe I used the wrong principle! Woops.

Big Waffle Stack: Would eat, would feel bad about eating it all

The creeps always say female instead of woman. It's a handily visible red flag, though, you know?

Braves fans are having a rough season, man. The team is terrible and they broke ground on the stadium - excuse me, SunTrust Park - this week, so we're feeling a bit gut-punched lately (well, the non-suburbanites, at least).

We have committed to the crazy in my house. My boyfriend built shelves on the wall, we have an 8' cat tower, and kitty tunnels and cubes are everywhere. Boyfriend is probably totally jealous of this dude (well, I know he is, because he sent me this link).

Oh god, that is my nightmare.

That undies set sounds so cute. It's a good day when I'm persuaded to put on a bra, so no sets for me, but they do sound pretty.

Two of my cats are terrified of the outside. The other is a dumpster kitty and she would love to go exploring, but we live in an urban area on a big road, so that's not happening. She also would like it if I let her eat styrofoam and wires and cigarettes.

I don't care what he did prior to beating his fiancee senseless.

He knocked his fiancee out cold in an elevator, then reacted without alarm, and the nation saw it on video. Why doesn't he deserve to be the poster boy for domestic violence?

I agree that it's a human experience, absolutely. I do think that men get a little more validation for asking the hard questions and ruffling feathers than women do, but yes, it's always tough to ask the tough questions.

Yeah, I wish I'd had the self-possession then to get after it a bit more. That said, I don't regret giving up on it (I continued to work in the editorial field after college, at least, just not in sports). It's also not like I was some incredible sports writer and the world has been deprived of my talent,…

God, I know exactly what she means. I covered sports throughout college, for my college paper and interned in sports departments for several mid-sized regional newspapers. I'm a girl, and was often the only girl in the room, and I had a very real fear of asking the hard questions because I felt I didn't have the right…