Same way I deal with all of life's pitfalls and worries.

"Keep him fed and drained..."

As someone who is currently collecting the stories of women in my church who have experienced sexual abuse by their husbands out of duty/obligation (either implied or at the instruction of church leaders), this kind of crap really, really pisses me off.

" We want to be pleasing by nature, that's in our DNA"

Hey, Conan...when you come for the queen, you best not miss.

Okay, so never do anything _ever_ that might be construed at any time as improper. Man, this list of rules of How To Earn Your Right To Be Treated As A Person While Existing As A Woman just gets longer every day!

Put this trend of firing teachers for having a sexual past of any kind together with the trend of teenage girls sending nudes to their crappy boyfriends who then post them online and it seems to me that in the next twenty years or so there aren't going to be any teachers left who are "models to follow for high school…

Depends on how she said it. But if you're still thinking about it, it was probably shade.

My boyfriend's mother is a sweet little lady who can throw shade that lasts for weeks at a time. The first time I met her (about ten years ago), she needed to be reminded of my name twice. Then she sighed and made a sad little aside to me about how it's such a shame her son's attention span is so short when it comes…

I wish I could claim my favorite 'shade' moment of all time, but alas... Friends A & B hated each other. Friend A (who I admit was extremely obnoxious) received a Mercedes as a gift from her father and was extraordinarily proud of it. Friend B knew it was a Mercedes but her first comment to A about it was: "I love…

Minnesota: Land of Shade.

Shade comes from reading. Reading came first.

So...shade is just passive aggression? My mom, throwing shade since before shade was a thing.

You can get these red stilettos at Payless for $29.99.

I hope her response was this: "You forgot 3). We date for a while, things seem like they're going great, we get married, buy a house and have kids. You lose your job and say you want to house-husband for a while, which is fine - I make enough for all of us if we're careful. But when I come home from work the house is…

I'll join you in ambivalence. He's clearly witty and probably fun to hang out with, but, on the other hand, he may mean every word. I'd still have coffee with this ass.