For what it’s worth (zilch, I suppose), I applaud your Sisyphean efforts to steer this thread toward less judgy and miserable waters, and I would like to subscribe to your newsletter.

Shoot, it’s beautiful! They have beauty in Siberia? Well slap my ass and call me Sue! (Sorry, just trying to inject some levity here.)

Irkutsk is in Siberia! I know this because I read a book about the Bolshevik revolution.

I didn’t realize it was a joke. Now I see.

lol your comments have been some of the most condescending i’ve read on jezebel in a while, congrats!

Irkutsk. :)

It’s always amusing when commenters like you call-out imaginary “greys” for things that no one is saying.

Would you rather be cucked by a better man?

10/10 comment/name brand synergy

More like Eat, Gay love!

Everyone deserves to find their person.

Gilbert is the epitome of navel-gazing thirst.

But how can I make my friend’s cancer about ME?

I’m glad she found her person or whatever, but this line ruined it: “Death — or the prospect of death — has a way of clearing away everything that is not real.” She is so insufferable.

A tiny, cynical part of my soul imagines that this will somehow be spun into a book followed by a movie, but even if it is, I’m good with it.

That dog is missing its Buzzy Bee.

Haters gonna say it’s fake.