For sure. I suppose maybe that the level of "controversial" is the problem for me? This is why I ask. And I do try to reread and qualify, because I'm aware that sometimes I think the Internet lives in my head and therefore gets it, and I'll happily admit to being unclear where applicable. Believe me, I overexamine if…

Well, being asked to explain things to people is demeaning. That is why. And it does not matter that you could only know that if you also already had the answer to your own admittedly dumb question.

Yes. Which is why I ask these questions!

I think, maybe, that my urge to stomp on rudeness is why I have the eggshells.

Thank you for your thoughts!

Mr. Martini, the Bengals fan, would disagree.

Probably. I'm a sucker for convenience. And I'm apparently a crochety old person, although I prefer the term curmudgeon, thanks. I know this because I mentioned that I'd met rude hipsters and was immediately drowned in posts about how old and out of touch I was. And I'm not even thirty yet.

I guess we can hope that they'll pay more attention to us when their worlds go back to normal, having tasted it a bit?

Oh, honey.

I don't feel safe to actually share my opinion or ask questions on Jezebel. I commented once months ago that rural experience and activism was different than city activism, and I thought some people were going to come through the monitor and slit my throat for having a different opinion on how best to advance gay…

So it's really late for people who don't work nights, which means either that I can safely vent or will get slaughtered. Anyway, this is an etiquette question, sort of. And I see that others are putting their long stuff in a response post, so I will too.

Hey, different strokes keep the world going 'round, or some such mixed metaphor. I have a feeling that our personal politics are different because our experiences are. I explain the same stuff over and over again for a living, and can quantitatively prove that it works for me, slowly, if I do it right. I don't think…

Late to the thread, but in my last trimester my husband had to have porn playing to be able to perform, and that only doggy-style. Which was more comfortable anyway, at least. And my hormones made me want to get laid more than I ever have in my life. I felt like a 15-year-old boy. So it's totally not just you. And I…

This...is why race relations are so fraught. White people are afraid to piss off nonwhite people with honest questions, because they might be considered offensive, so then you never get it and you can't modify your behavior and thinking to be more racially sensitive. I find it counter-productive. Sometimes I think…

While I see the point you're making, I fail to see how refusing to take advantage of an opportunity to educate someone with an honest question is the moral high ground. How is she supposed to know that her question is burdensome to begin with, if she's starting from such a different place? And how likely is she to try…

I'm not going to get into the giant fuck you about my right to kill myself as I see fit. I will just say this:

We'll put it this way. I live in Utah, where God Himself has said that smoking is awful. It will keep you out of heaven.

OHMAYBEYOUKNOWTHIS! When Mr. Martini and I were living in LA in Koreatown, there was an awesome sitcom about a domineering mother, quiet father, a daughter, and a son. The important thing is that there was a fabulously gay character that got into random ninja fights.

Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm a native. Guess how much people care about problems on the reservations, or the treaties America is STILL breaking with native populations.

Absolutely. I live in Utah. These kids get involved and start learning, and pretty soon they're pissed off, fired up, and trying to unelect the asshats we call state legislators.