They're total stereotypes, I'll admit, but they include: dick pics, fedoras, regrettable tattoos, shirtless bathroom mirror selfies, posing with tigers, anything along the lines of "no fat chicks" in the text portion, etc. It's a constantly evolving list.

Yes, that narrows the pool significantly, but hey, every time I…

Oh, of course. I just meant that the decency is value added, in Tinder terms. Personally, I reject largely on perceived douchey-ness, even if they're hot.

This is basically the argument I've used to convince my guy friends to sign up. I figure it's doing both sides a favour: they end up with a gajillion matches and the ladies go on dates with actually decent men.

I haven't read the book, but generally speaking, the fact that two things happen to the same person — ie, being left in a crib and becoming a murderer — doesn't automatically mean one caused the other.

Assassin pig was by far my favourite.

I remember hearing somewhere (maybe here?) that there are fanfics of Stacy London and Clinton Kelly from What Not To Wear. That's not even a show with a plot! They don't even have characters! At that point you're just publishing fantasies about famous people.

I don't understand this thing where people write fanfics about real people. It just seems creepy.

Congrats - you have the one job that could tempt me to switch careers.

I'm seeing someone new, so there's lots of sex. But I've slept with this guy more in a month than I did in the last year of my relationship with my ex - things were not going well - so that's not really the standard.

This is exactly - EXACTLY - what happened to me last year, down to the age and everything. I can tell you for a fact that it will be OK. The first few months were a little rough but it was a much-needed transition. And now, almost a year out, I'm much much happier for it. I've been able to have the kind of life I…

I went through this last year. I wasn't the one to move out, but I did come home one night to find my apartment noticeably emptier. And over the next few months, I kept finding little reminders of the relationship — mix tapes, a box full of photos, etc. Crying's gonna happen. It's normal. But it does get better.

I feel like Woo Girls are a specific subset of these ladies. They wear a lot of eye makeup and order drinks that require straws.

Yeah, I thought they would be opaque nude tights, like the ones you wear for figure skating.

And you know milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard.

Most sandwich breads and many non-European breads are made with fat, and a lot of breads are brushed with it after baking. It's not a regional thing, it's a baking thing.

It surprises me every time, in the best way.

He listens and remembers things I mentioned in passing days ago. Also, he says what he means and means what he says.

Just finished The Dog Stars, by Peter Heller

Aside from the rapey undertones here, have you ever thought that being pissed at someone might make you not want to have sex with them? It's not punishment, it's called agency.

Saw this at TIFF last year and liked it. Having not read the story, I can't compare the two, but I was surprised by the ending (in a good way).