Oh, I love Formosan mixes. They’re such lovely dogs. We were in Taipei for two months this winter, and there were so many strays, just sitting on sidewalks and steam vents, looking up at passersby with sad puppydog eyes. One with a gleaming black coat was sitting in the middle of a busy sidewalk in Ximending. crowds…

Guillermo del Toro does something similar to the antagonist at the end of Pan’s Labyrinth (the movie was heartbreaking, but the scene brought me a kind of bitter joy and satisfaction). Perhaps it’s a common treatment of the subject...or maybe one initiated by Almodóvar.

Wow, if this comment thread were White Male Fragility Bingo Night at the local parish hall, I’d have won a toaster oven by now.

There is literal truth in this.

Thank you.

I don’t doubt that gender dysmorphia is a thing, and I suspect that it’s more common than people assume, but I’m kind of reserving judgment on the whole non-binary gender phenomenon; there’s something weirdly attention-seeking about some of the stuff I’ve seen on various social medium forums. As in, EXCUSE ME, BUT…

Two big cities with Alabama in the middle, sorry to say.

Cargo shorts are here to stay. My husband wears them all the time in the summer to store small tools, accessories, etc. while working on various projects. BUT NOT TO HIS OFFICE.

Oh, just you wait ten years and it will be absolutely the norm.

You should have worked that for all it was worth. “I have the sniffles...I think my AIDS is flaring up again...probably should work from home today!”

The ASM-spectrum people I know have way more emotional intelligence than this. I doubt he’s autistic—he’s just being willfully obtuse. I don’t pry into other people’s private lives, but I also don’t make unfounded assumptions about them based on my own self-centered view of the universe.

Oh, look, the mansplainer has arrived to set us all straight.

Seriously, though. Some dude already made this movie. It’s called *Black Narcissus.* And, of course, it’s all about how women get along perfectly well until a man enters the picture and proceeds to mansplain to them how unhealthy an all-female society is and how they’re doing it all wrong, and then they all fight over…

Oooh, edgy.

OK, so YOUR attention isn’t necessarily creepy (not that your coworker would necessarily know your sexual orientation)—just condescending. You’re still in a privileged position, and you still don’t know what the hell you’re talking about wrt women’s clothing.

The big killer of cats who live to be 14 years or more is kidney disease—I’ve lost two beloved cats to it so far, at 15 and 18. I’ve done a lot of reading on the subject to try to figure out how to prolong kidney function in my current miniature kaiju herd (ages 12, 8, and 5), and while I can’t seem to find any…

I would have had a big fun party at the Adler Planetarium in Chicago and invited everyone we know. There’s nothing wrong with inviting faraway friends and relatives—if they can’t make it, no big deal, and if they can, it’s a nice surprise. An invitation doesn’t mean you have to send a gift, either. I would much rather…

“Whateverhappens, I just hope it’s incredibly dark.”

Or maybe he’ll be a fireman.

I think the point was to prevent the letter writer from coming off as a sexist piece of shit, which he was.