Yeah, the US is definitely really affordable for a lot of things — I was there for eight years, and the cost general stuff I needed in my 20–28-year-old life was a lot lower than it would've been in London, which I miss now (trying to find a flat I can afford here in London is KILLING ME). But now that I'm older and…

"Prom or Bust" is brilliant.

I'm English but spent a million years in the US, and now I'm home in London with an American husband. In theory, we have the option to live in the US or the UK or EU countries, but moving is hard and expensive so we kind of have to choose a place and stick with it for a while… and right now we've picked the UK because…

Vodka-filled chocolates and an incredible-sounding and -looking language that I would have even less chance of being able to speak if I first ate all the vodka-filled chocolates! I love Finland!

Sorry for this probably dumb question: is it worth it for ten outdoor minutes on a non-sunny day? (And is 30 too late to save myself?)

The only thing I'm taking from this entire threat is "all the rum". V good.

Our trains don't have assigned seating… the quiet carriage is at the end, closest to the station entrances, so they get packed with the laziest people who can't be bothered to walk to a non-quiet carriage.

I will definitely proof the tattoo designs of my progeny.

I just sat down in the quiet carriage and there are THREE people talking on there phones and one who is TEXTING WITH THE SOUNDS ON. Ooh, one is giving her phone number… should I text her and tell her to fucking shut the fucking fuck up? OH AND NOW THE MAN BESIDE ME IS CALLING SOMEONE! His name is Marcus, he's…

Some of my friends and I have recently realised the brilliance of Mum Things, ie things our mums say. Now we're all saying things like "flipping heck!" even in seriously enraged moment (other favourite Mum Things include "for the love of God!", "give it a rest!", "for Pete's sake!", "leave it out", and "put a sock in…

The number of people who take their children INTO THE QUIET CARRIAGE ON THE TRAIN makes me want to start screaming obscenities.

I'd much rather my kid swear correctly than use terrible grammar.

My little sister used to get really upset when my mum would say "Strewth!", which was the closest she ever came to swearing and was inspired entirely from daily viewing of Australian soap operas. My sister to this day doesn't swear, like my mum. I'm not sure how I ended up so super cuss-y.

What about if you get a tattoo that no one ever sees, and have no desire to shock anyone?

I think as the less-sharp-stretched-and-wrinkled description applies to the skin and the tattoo equally, it's all ok for me. The only difference to me is that the general being-human-and-having-skin thing was a gift rather than a choice, and that's wonderdful — and the tattoo was a choice rather than a gift, and…

Los Angeles = delaying traffic AND HITTING ME because they're on their mobiles AND TURNING RIGHT WHILE THEY LOOK LEFT. Ugh.

Someone might think I was top class for years and years, all the while not knowing that I had a tattoo, and then totally change their opinion of me upon finding out. The thought makes me simultaneously disgusted and gleeful — mostly just gleeful, though.

I totally see what you mean, but at the same time I think that my damned neck isn't ageing well and my tattoo's doing a lot better. By the time it does look old, the rest of me will look old, too… and I'm okay with all of that!

That's ok. Mine makes me really, really happy and I promise I won't force you to look at it. Everybody wins!

I really wish whomever wrote this headline could stand right in front of me and dare to say, "Uh, you skipped your grandparents funerals for other stuff" so he or she could see how that makes me feel. It's a ridiculously unfair headline.