Exactly what jumped out at me. And, err, dogs as substitute? It's ok, I don't have children, because I'm pouring my super-feminine nurture-hormones into dogs?

Why are we as women obliged to mother anything?

It happened to me. I didn't know. But I tossed his ass out once I did.

Oh well then excuse me. I'm sorry for that.

She was born in Trinidad and is wearing a headdress typically worn during the country's Carnival celebration.

So this is the one time Jezebel isn't calling out the appropriation of faux-Native American headdresses for the sake of fashion?

It is the portrait of a man I do not know.

The best part was that when my mom came to get me after I got fired (I was 16 — I couldn't drive myself yet!) she wanted to stop by the mall on the way home. There was a fancy new store that sold tapes and CDs (! — hey, this was 1986!) opening up, and they were setting up the store. In a fit of bravado I asked if they…

You get your wife's dog and your dog, she gets the new dog and her choice of three of the five cats. Now go out there and have a new adventure. Case dismissed!

I can't imagine how traumatized I would be if my Dad suddenly showed up in a porn I was watching. I'm still not comfortable with seeing a baby photo of him in the bath from like 1951.

I have a hard time watching porn, because every once in a while my Dad will pop up. Imagine that, it is pretty weird

I'm stuck on the guy with kids by four women. Dude, get a grip.

Either they were THAT GOOD or THAT BAD.

Often imitated, never duplicated. . .

The guy I lost my virginity to is now a plastic surgeon at an Ivy League med school.

I lost my virginity to a guy with Insane Clown Posse tattoos (plural, as in more than one) during a snow storm with 90s techno setting the mood. I regret nothing.

In 2014, a person isn't likely to feel she has to play coy in order to have the sex outside of wedlock she wants to have, out of fear for the social repercussions. Not so much the case seventy years ago.

Yes, and when Juliet says "wherefore art thou Romeo," we should correctly interpret that as her asking where Romeo is. Sorry, no. That's just a lazy reading of the song. It's crystal clear that the woman in the song wants to stay, and it's the prudish social expectations of the day that she's trying to reconcile with…

Nope. It's not that a guy pressuring a woman to stay over was okay in the 30s but now it's frowned upon, so the song is therefore iffy. It's that the song was never about a guy pressuring a woman to stay over—it's about a woman trying to persuade herself that it's worth the side-eye she gets to do this thing she…

"Baby, It's Cold Outside," which everybody who has turned 16 has discovered sounds a little bit like an ode to a midwinter's date rape (in recent years, contrarians have argued, fruitlessly, that this is not the case and that we should all go back to loving it, but that hasn't stopped the association).