My husband tells me he has taken to just staring down men who he catches looking creepily at other women. In an "I see what you are doing" way. He says they usually look away and walk away. He finds it very fun to do.

God. I must be the kiss-neediest person on the planet. I tuck my hair behind my ears like, 50 times a day. All the men I work with have refrained from sticking their tongues down my throat.

Prince doesn't need these tips. He just looks at a lady once with that look and she follows him anywhere. Or maybe that's just in my own head. He is awesome.

Ew. Totally. Sounds like a guy who thinks 30 seconds of jackhammering away is fabulous. Tip: look for her rolling her eyes afterward.

I, too, cannot hear that song without tearing up.

I cried so hard my neighbor knocked on my door to see if I was okay. Heaving sobbing. Just me and my wine on the couch. GOD it was sad.

Fascinating article that I was trying to read carefully but Miley Cyrus touching her gyrating crotch with a huge foam finger next to Sinead O'Connor's giant melon is seriously distracting.

Personally, I read it more that Sinead was saying that Miley was allowing the industry to treat her like a slut. i.e., treat her like a prostitute. I don't think one is condemning women for being sluts by pointing out that that is how they are being treated.

It would be a nice vow to take — to strive to be a worthy enough husband or wife to merit that type of devotion. I try every day for my husband - and he tries for me. It's a lot of work over a lifetime.

I know for a fact that if I did this to my husband, he would never forgive me. It shows such a lack of respect for any sort of boundaries that I don't know how you go back. But they're just stupid tapes! No — it's a whole lot more than that.

I will never forget the day my mother made me a Reuben for the first time. She got all the fixings out and started assembling. I stood next to her, eyes barely counter-level, going, "Cheese? Ew! Sauerkraut? Ew! Mom! This is so gross. What are you doing?" Then she sat me down and had me take a bite. I've never been the…

(1) Aside from avoiding touching your own membrane-y parts after handling hot peppers, don't go and get frisky with your lady without Silkwood scrubbing your fingers. It's . . . not fun. For anyone.

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There are little travel, snack packs of Nutella available that have crispy breadsticks for dipping in the Nutella. They had them at work and they lasted in the snack cupboard for about five minutes. I got two and sat in my office and had a really good moment. I might have wept.

I use to LOVE this stuff. Turns your lips bright red.

(a) I love the Chenbot. I don't know why — I just do.

This letter was reasonable in tone. Overreacting would be what I would have done: tracked down where they live and broken in and destroyed everything they owned. And left bedbugs for fun.

"I consider this something personal between Jim Kelly and I,"

My dad once was going to a party and had a big bowl full of fresh homemade ceviche in the backseat. He stopped short and it went all over the backseat and floor. HELLISH. He had to eventually sell the car. The smell never went away.

I understand your point. And I agree that juveniles should have a chance to repent and reform. But I do think I reacted badly to your post about (what I took you to mean) innocent teabagging. I happen to think placing testicles in someone's mouth without their consent is and should be criminally actionable. I go back…