As the owner of a house with 100-yr old plumbing, I will seriously hulk out and cut someone if anyone flushes ANYTHING other than toilet paper...god, I’m getting an eye-twitch just thinking about previous plumbing issues!

On a somewhat related note, I recommend the Paris Sewer Museum (musee des Egouts de Paris) it is fascinating (and only 4 euros to get in!)...so much poo and history.

oh goodness, I worry about this, too, and I don’t even have kids (yet)! This is why I always insist on at least 2 states between me and my inlaws. Best of luck to you...

I feel the same, I really loathe the way Moms are categorized. I always want to be: me, scientist, friend, sig other, etc. and only Mom to the people who are actually my children (if they ever exist, that is).

I once made a veterinary technician nearly cry when she referred to me as my dog’s “Mommy” at the vet. I snapped back: “Actually, it’s <name>“, in a super rude tone of voice. I should have said it more nicely, but seriously...it irks me so, so, so much. I dislike this stigma so much, that I already dread other grown…

Interesting! Thanks!

A question for any linguist-types out there: why is the dropped ‘g’ on -ing words such a thing?? It grates on me when I hear it spoken...and it still shows up in ad copy to this day. Am I the only one bothered by this? Do people do market research and think it will make them sound more down-homey? Ugh...

It certainly isn’t ‘giving up at the jump’ at all. As you said, it’s more realistic. Life is long, life is messy, life is complicated, and people change...and that’s OK! That’s all part of the fun. The older I get the less convinced I am that two people are meant to stay together forever. Enjoy all relationships, no…

Preach. I’m also addicted to diet coke...but keep falling off the wagon :( I keep telling myself that of all the bad habits to have, Diet Coke isn’t so bad...

SPOILER: there are Chinese people in the Midwest, too. Don’t freak out....but there are also other minorites, too!! *GASP*

I came to say the same. Yelpers are the woooooorst.

I just had a major brain-fart (probs cause I’m home sick with the flu today), but I saw the headline and thought “no way, Cher had a cameo in Clueless!?” I was just about to go watch it again.

Seriously though, this is dumb...it’s just hair. I love that my tax money is spent arguing over this BS.

I have a black and white tuxedo greyhound named Jack Skellington. He’s the shit.

So, so flammable!

I’m judging the hideous skirt harder than I’m judging the bow-top thingy...lately all I can think of when I see any denim skirt longer than a mini is “kim davis” *shudder*

Ok, serious question: which of these actually breathe well? I’ve had awesome tights that hold up for ages, but I get instant swamp-crotch. I prefer thin leggings since I can at least find them in cotton (breathable! yay!), but they always seem to look a bit less professional.

Ok, serious question: which of these actually breathe well? I’ve had awesome tights that hold up for ages, but I get…

Yay! I’m going tomorrow and I’m already fan-girling so, so hard (over science, not Matt Damon, because duh). So. Excited.

Except space exploration is absolutely incredible and you have to be fucking smart (so smart, and somewhat crazy, maybe?) to go. Like, recalculating trajectories, escape/re-entry velocities in your head on the fly if your instruments fail-smart. What the morons who cut NASA’s funding don’t understand is that the more…

I can only picture him as Buster Bluth...