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I hate when people use the shortened version of my first name without at least asking if I have a preference. I do have a preference — I like the full version of my name, not its more commonly used nickname, and the fact that I use the full version whenever I introduce myself should be a big damned hint as to my

Those are the dudes I describe as having the Petruchio Complex. I avoid them like the plague they are.

My last relationship ended at the end of '95, back when I was 22. I am months away from hitting the twenty-year mark of being single. KNEEL BEFORE ZOD.

(This is actually the life I've wanted, so the above comment isn't based in complaint or remorse. I don't mind the thought of being in a relationship. I've just

I lived briefly in Jackson Hole, WY, where Ford would occasionally pop in to get schnockered at this bar with saddles for bar stools whenever Jimmy Buffet did a show there. My time there is how I learned he made happen the greatest 'GET OFF MY LAWN'. Ford bought up all the land around his then-home and donated it on

I have no idea what chat show this is from, but I love how Ford has aged into pretty much THE archetypal curmudgeon. He's glorious in his grumpy-old-manness.

Posted this in the wrong place, so here I got again: I have bursitis in both hips, lesions on my femurs and pelvic bones, and my right labrum has alternately ruptured and calcified into bone. Sitting with my knees together hurts like hell because of the additional strain it adds. I still manage to do it on public

Posted this in the wrong place. Sorry, sorry.

I hope Mrs Woodhouse has been made aware that her call made the entire Internet's day.

If there is a third sibling, that particular person has just been given the early Christmas gift of a lifetime.

I am currently stuck in VA — a ten-minute walk from the high-profile rape frats, no less, which is a nice disincentive from walking around because it's hard to enjoy the view — and I could not agree more. JFC, I want out of here.

Yep. When you have the videos that he himself made and distributed so he could brag about raping these girls while concurrently shaming them for being raped by him, you have EVERY right to make sure others knows who he is and what he's done. I mean, the fucking piece of shit certainly wanted to be able to share with

Thank you for these links.

Yeah. This might have merited a detention, not physical assault.

I would love to buy this child a knitting starter kit and encourage her to join that fantastic supportive group of women advocating like hell on behalf of these girls. I suspect they would find kind ways to let her know she's not the one to blame for her rape and her subsequent further broken trust. Yeah,

They make me proud to be both a knitter and a 'feminist lady'. Bonus if they're all older, too. Don't fuck with a nana: they will end you.

All of my ferrets get first-and-middles and the use of my surname because sometimes you just gotta call them out by all three names. (Or 'FERRET'. They get that one a lot, too, because I can say it so it sounds like profanity.)

I dunno. 'This just in: guy who is asshole about kid's sexuality is also an asshole about other things. Other assholes surprise no one by publicly expressing envy about his assholishness' is lengthier but might also work here.

Above all, I hope they remain safe. Good on them for finding themselves, each other, and happiness in such a virulently LGBTIAQ-hating country.

See, no. Someone should have told him it was just his cup because that's what happens when you're rude to the guy you send to fetch your coffee.

Props to him for admitting he knows what sodomites' semen tastes like, though. Not a lot of his ilk are this upfront about knowing that.

I have never run into anyone else who uses a variation of 'gone the way of the dodo' in conversation. Followed, because I enjoy pleasant surprises as much as I do games.