I was about ten when I was informed by the world at large (mostly my classmates) that I was fat and therefore bad. Looking back, I wasn't fat, merely putting on some pre-puberty weight, but even if I had been, who cared? We were in fourth grade. It shouldn't have mattered, but to these other kids, it did. And they…

Never forget, kenzington—you were a starred commenter.

The museum was actually amazing, but definitely for adults only. At worst, they'll see a tongue-lapping-at-clit machine (and mannequin) from the doorway, if the display is the same from when I was in Prague.

Steer the kids past the Sex Machine Museum in Prague.

I know, right? And anyway, my tattoo is awesome, so whatevs to her.

At work, one of my bosses was like, "Look at the mistake kenzington made!" I know she was kidding, but she was aware that I got the tattoo as a tribute to my late father, so I was kind of PO'd about it.

And now she's the voice of Tinkerbell. And she was Katara on Avatar: The Last Airbender!

Ah yes, the Col. Sanders episode.

I just got a tattoo on my forearm. I've been pretty open about its meaning so far and feel like it'd be weird to have one plainly visible if it's so personal that I don't want to discuss it.

I can definitely say that if, at age 12, I had a dad's-girlfriend who was just 10 years older than me, I'd have hated her instantly. But I was a total hormonal jerk, so!

I can't really offer advice without knowing you personally, but when I was 22, I think the prospect of maybe becoming a stepmom (or pseudo stepmom) to 4 kids would be really intimidating. Hell, it's a little intimidating to me as a childless 28-year-old.

I've used the Lelo Mia and it's relatively quiet. It's also, you know, effective.

I'm so sorry that you had to go through that. You deserved better than that, and you also deserve a better mom.

For your sake, I hope he dies soon. It's the least he can do for your mental well being.

I'm so sorry you had to go through this, Jane, and that he sort of seems like he remains a specter in your life. Does any of your immediate family remain in contact with him, or does he just know better than to show up at your doorstep? My own abuser is dead, which I view as a wonderful blessing to me and the world at…

I was sexually molested by my mother's boyfriend when I was about 8 or 9. After that, he switched to masturbating when I was in the room and making sexually aggressive comments at me. After a while, I gathered the courage to disclose to my mom. She went in the other room to talk to him, and...nothing. I'm not sure how…

For a fascinating book on how eating disorders were so not invented in the 1970s, I recommend Fasting Girls: The History of Anorexia Nervosa by Joan Jacobs Brumberg. Very readable and thought-provoking—and it starts things off way back in the medieval period.

I hope she does whatever the heck she wants with it and feels better.

Seriously. Sheeeeeesh.

I'm sure most people were decent and were thinking, 'That really sucks for that person, I hope s/he feels better soon.' And the entitled assholes deserve any extra wait (because omg a whole few minutes of standing around! the horror!) they get.