*curtseys*

You're very kind.

Hideous. Tom Junod's boner weeps.

Oh, thank God I've got a gym membership! I only keep it so that Tom Junod will do me the great honor of being willing to put his penis inside me, despite my being the advanced, nay, decrepit age of fifteen years younger than him.

What is this - clothing for ANTS?!?

Or... you could wash your face _before_ you wash your junk?...

I assume that the teachers are better qualified to teach the kids about fiscal responsibility than most parents are, for the same reason.

Exactly. I've actively talked to my kids about both. I don't give a shit of the school system wants to have a o at it as well. It's the kids who aren't getting it anywhere that need it the most.

This. Also, I don't really get why parents who are too squeamish to talk about money or sex with their kids wouldn't jump at the chance to hand that off to someone else.

Entirely possible.

But then the Britney-handler money fountain would dry up and they'd have to go out and get real jobs.

Text exchange with resplendent.husband:

Yes! I loved that show, but Carrie drove me up the wall.

Thanks for linking - that article was all of those things. And I read through it expecting her to be a textbook case of BPD, but dammit if by the end of that article, I wasn't rooting for her. Amazing.

Resplendent.husband and I laughed about our wedding theme being "The Triumph of Optimism Over Experience" because it was a second marriage for both of us.

The whiney, mopey, entitled sad sack whose romantic problems we are expected to sympathize with.

Agreed. This is childish, inflammatory, and gives the perpetrator a false sense of accomplishment. This won't change the hearts and minds of Hobby Lobby any more than MRAs posting "What about the menz?!" does here.

Lindy, I don't know what crimes against humanity you are serving penance for by writing the "I Watched So You Don't Have To" series, but it is just the fucking best.

Yeah, people say that, but as soon as you send one, everybody freaks out.

This column just makes me wish Rita Skeeter and I were frenemies so we could occasionally get loaded on mint juleps and gossip about everyone we know.