No no no no no. No mayo. Just toasted bread spread with a little butter, and skipjack tuna (safer to share with your kitties, in moderation). God, why do you people always want to taint a perfect sandwich with greasy oily blecch and alien . . . chunks?

All of this, absolutely. 

That they will die someday, sometimes unexpectedly, from illnesses you couldn’t prevent; that it will be devastating; and that the only way to lessen the pain will be to adopt again. It’s a vicious cycle.

In the mid-1990s, my husband, the computational physicist, asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I told him, “Just get me something beautiful.” I was hoping for a silk scarf, a Japanese vase, or a turquoise brooch. He got me OS/2 Warp. Sigh.

I am currently privy to a “perception of a negative relationship” situation that has turned poisonous. My husband’s brother, who has been seething with resentment toward their mother for more than thirty years but refuses to hear her side of her divorce from their extremely controlling and difficult father, physically…

For this particular speaker, this is perfectly correct.

Why is this post being pushed on a site intended for women?

Why is this post being pushed on a site intended for women?

Why do you want to expose children to men who parody women in sexually explicit ways?

Right, it's probably going to go back to fanservice.

“objectively good”

Should make it easier for those of us who loved the last movie to see this one without your obnoxious, judgmental presence.

This isn’t particularly scary; consider it a kind of palate cleanser.

That’s why you always wear seatbelts.

Your first link is to an abstract for a study that says that OC may, in fact, improve cognitive processes in women, such as verbal memory—but the results are inconclusive. The second article seems intent on creating all kinds of fear, uncertainty, and doubt regarding neuroplasticity in women on OC while admitting that…

Yeah, there's the potential for a whole lot of gaslighting there.

I haven’t been on this site for a while, but I have missed your writing. Wow. I am stunned and shocked and so, so very glad that your wife and children and parents have you back alive. Thanks be to God (and to all the doctors, nurses, and hospital staff that helped you get this far).

I sheepishly told my vet that we were feeding our cats grocery store cat food, and she just laughed and said, “That stuff is fine!” (It is grain-free because one of them has a digestive problem that makes the litterbox a toxic waste site, but it’s still cheaper and more convenient than going clear out to the specialty…

For whom? First learned to drive in a ‘74 Gran Torino station wagon. Lacked the bordello interior but had similar bench seats and a joke of a headrest. But that thing was a tank. Another car made a sudden left turn in front of us when my dad was driving, and the low-impact collision crumpled their front fender and…

Oh, hell, no. If we’re playing this game, then Kavalan Concertmaster. Solus is supposed to be the best whiskey in the world, but AFAIK you can only get it in Taiwan right now—and if you’re traveling to the US, you can’t buy it in duty-free. But Concertmaster is available in most first-rate liquor stores, and it is…

Except for Suntory Toki, which is intended to be refrigerated (along with club soda) for whiskey highballs (now my favorite summer drink). But again, Toki is also intended to be mixed with soda.