I just got married and will definitely echo everyone else in saying to ignore everything that doesn't sound brilliant — anything that sounded interesting or fun or lovely, we did, and anything that sounded expensive or boring or tiresome or tacky or cheesy or not very "us" we skipped. There are about 897,680 wedding…

I don't think there's really any clear way to know what to do, or when to do it (or not do it)… I suppose you just have to make a decision one way or the other, and go for it with gusto.

I think it's just guaranteed annoyance whatever you do — I double barrelled my name recently for a variety of reasons, and I *know* it's not a big deal if people address something informal with a wrong name, but it just gets annoying when it keeps happening, doesn't it? (My husband's name's pretty much unheard of in…

I've never worn ANYTHING in a sauna, so you sound pretty dressed to me!

Yeah, I thought she was just joking. I'm suprised to be reading so much outrage about it. Surely no grown woman would think she'd look eight, what with all the height and boobs and general adultness going on?

Yeah, I really prefer his to mine. (Plus, mine was made up by my granddad because no one could spell the crazy, accidental name the family ended up with when my illiterate Lithuanian great-great grandparents turned up in London, so it's not a grand family tradition.)

Ah, I was lucky because I got married abroad so my mum didn't get to do much more than just turn up!

Maybe the "just show up" thing is a good way to go… there was stuff my mother in law sprung on me two days before the wedding that I got all secretly stressed about and didn't want to happen… and then on the day it happened and I thought it was cute and hilarious and everyone was happy.

Yeah, I had a very small number of relatives at mine. My husband had a million, billion relatives there, though, so it became a big-ish wedding.

Yep. I had four relatives at my wedding, and my husband had about 80. If I'd been marrying someone who happened to have the same type of family as me, it'd have been a small wedding… but instead I got a brilliant California Mexican wedding and an exciting name that sounds exotic where I come from. Hurray!

Me too. I spent an insane amount of money on eyebrow serum that is supposed to make them magically grow, but it's been THREE WHOLE DAYS AND THEY STILL AREN'T LADY MARY-ESQUE!

Was the pumpkin one at Hallowe'en? Does he "bonn" different things for different holidays?

THANK YOU.

The shoes are the only bit I don't like. The rest cracks me up.

I love it too. And I think the content's fun and amusing, so I don't even feel slightly guilty. It just doesn't feel creepy to me at all — I realise that's massively subjective, but it's like how one bloke chatting me up might be hilarious and another saying the exact same thing might be creepy. To me, this song's on…

I think I'be decided I don't care what nonsense singers say about their songs… I really like this song and I think it's fun and enjoyable, just like sometimes blokes trying really hard to chat me up can be fun and enjoyable and then after I move in and don't needs to hear their analysis of the whole thing, you know?…

It's SO VERY GOOD. I think that song is perfect.

Oh my God, I need to start my life over and do it right. I'm 31 and make 2.5x less than interns. And my rent is free because I have to stay at my parents' house because my husband and I can't afford to rent anything in town. Bloody hell.

I need to figure out how to stop the impulse purchases, too. I've never been well off but now I'm pretty broke (low income, unemployed husband, still paying off immigration costs, insanely expensive commute, etc) BUT surrounded by well-off people in my professional and personal life. I'm so aware that they have so…

I'm not bothered by feet at all in general but just like some of the other bits you mentioned being generally tolerated ("asses, boobs, guts") I sometimes don't want to see too much of them… there's someone in my work neighbourhood who's often barefoot in local coffee shops and even though I know his bare feet totally…