Remember, too, that most women are conditioned from birth to be conciliators. Decades of subconscious training means the pressure to forgive and try to make it work is intense. It can truly be all-consuming.

My Dobie was the same way. She started sleeping next to me (I slept on the floor on a tatami mat, she curled her back against me) when I started to sleepwalk in kindergarten and wouldn't let me leave my room. She also knew how to find all the food presents under the tree, which she of course assumed were hers. Dug…

Agree. That bothered me too.

The baby should not have been allowed to pull the dog's food dish away. The dog was making it very clear it didn't like being interrupted. Bite to follow.

Cute video. Reminds me of my childhood, a bit. Mom used to trust the dog (a german shepherd named Zeke) to watch us in the front yard when we were 2 and 3 years old. He'd keep us in the yard and keep anyone else out.

Where does plus-size go next?

What a crummy situation that really highlights the fact that most people are incredibly nervous when confronted by the police. She wasn't making very much sense and was clearly confused about the proper semantics to use in the situation. The cop was clearly happy to take advantage of that ignorance to make her even…

These parents: Not very smart. I was two or three when my dad decided to shave his also very large beard off. Knowing my brain wasn't fully formed and that I'd never seen him without a beard, my parents figured I might be confused or traumatized by the experience. So Dad sat me down on the sink while he shaved it off…

That widdle baby fist pound!

Old people do it better, _ << £<℅ have more experience. Old people that are shocked, have not had enough sex. Believe it.

this is my new favourite fashion week post on jez.

FOR FUCK'S SAKE, KEN. Now, I'm crying again because you made me think of how much I miss my dog.

Excuse me while I go check out the Miley Cyrus article in order to restore me to my previous level of cynicism.

But a trans boy can't wear makeup

Oh, poor Kate with the hyperemesis again. That sounds like the most awful thing in the world.

Besides being irresponsible and bad role models and endangering their kids, what kind of pathetic underdeveloped 37-year-old wants to party with a bunch of 14-year-olds? Like, what would you even talk about? I'm 27 and here's the extent of my conversation with 14-year-olds:

I'm old, for me it's Polo.

I am almost weeping reading this. Sometimes I am up to here with the "love yourself" rhetoric because Western culture is severely lacking in a dedication to community, but the advice in Polly's column is solid gold.

We have the same two hobbies, except I use the labels on beer bottles instead of bar coasters! Advice columns are the shit, and Ask Polly is one of the best! (Ask A Queer Chick from the Hairpin is also really great.)