Although you’ll find many who’ll argue against the rule (and there are some good arguments to be made), the sentence is correct. It has to do with the rule of compound possessives. With compound possessives, both nouns are possessive only when they possess separate things.

People do not like assertive, informed women who believe they are entitled to their rights.

Well, yeah, obviously when me and my husband bone in your guest room, it’s going to be a good solid 25 minutes of screaming and exuding dark fluids on your stain-prone sheets.

At least, that’s the dream.

For me it wouldn’t be a matter of “can’t hold off” (though I wouldn’t want to hold off). It’s just that I would never have that expectation of my guests, and I can’t imagine any of my friends expecting me and my husband to hold off.

If you’re close enough to me to stay in my guest room, you can make your self at home.…

I feel like I’ve stumbled on to some weird Jezebel post on the moon, and the moon people are not cool with their sex-having friends. “No one’s getting any here, thankyouverymuch.” “Think of the children!” “My sheeeeeeeets.”

If I invite a couple to stay in my guest room, I expect they might just fuck. Why not? That’s what people do with their partners. Keep the door closed, don’t get crazy loud or crazy messy, but otherwise, have at it.

Some people are just “natural”ly lucky, I guess.

But radioactive Bolivian nuts of deceit (which they will henceforth be known as in my household) do have one perk: Eating just one a day gives you all the selenium you need. It’s like eating a tasty radioactive vitamin. One and done!

I genuinely love that she never stopped smiling and never took her eyes off the camera. Dedication!

I feel ya. Artichoke hearts are particularly magical on pizza. My go-to order is white pizza with spinach and artichoke hearts. Never disappointed.

Might I suggest a bit of chopped artichoke heart? Just just mini-pizza-potato-skin dreamin’ here.

Just perfect.

Something very Isabella Rossellini (especially circa “Wild At Heart”) about her...

Ugh! Elbows are totally the worst. It doesn’t matter what I use. Coconut oil? Josie Maran whipped argan oil? Any number of rando moisturizers lying around the house? No match for my gross dehydrated elbows.

I WANT TO FIND MY LUMPY, LUMPY PEACH!

I’m madly in love with this list. Every summer I make a giant “best summer ever” to-do list. I never check everything off, but it’s all about the quest anyway. Cribbing a lot from your list.

Honest question: is ‘genital speculation’ a thing? I’ve never heard the phrase before; I assume it means wondering whether someone’s had sex reassignment surgery or not?

I checked and “being helpful” is not in Radar’s mission statement.

There are many who embrace and prefer that phrase. Others don’t. GLAAD’s media reference guide still recommends “sex reassignment surgery” or “SRS.” (Though they also stress “Journalists should avoid overemphasizing the role of surgeries in the transition process.”)