You are saying a lot of words right now but all I'm hearing is, "Oooohhh, look at me, I just got a fancy new job at Ballsuckers Monthly."

Moving parts in rubbing contact require lubrication to avoid excessive wear. Formal politeness provide lubrication where people rub together. Often the very young, the untraveled, the naïve, the unsophisticated deplore these formalities as "empty," "meaningless," or "dishonest," and scorn to use them. No matter …

Thank you!

I'm old school and prefer the "Mr" or "Ms" whatever.

Oh, for fuck's sake, I am absolutely sure that the time spent on this bullshit could have been better spent somewhere else. Ms. Mrs. Mr. ... who gives a shit. You tell them what you want to be called and leave it at that.

The point is the shit is confusing.

When I was in the 6th grade we had this bohemian looking lady as a student teacher. Even though she was married she insisted on being called Ms. because of the patriarchy. Ever since then I have stuttered and stammered when addressing a woman formally. Just sort of a glitch that is stuck in my head. I of course just…

Ugh.

Just a public service announcement to you over sensitive feminists out there looking for men to hate...

Did not read article but headline graphic looks like grabbing boobs so I'll assume that's what I'm supposed to do.

This post is extremely funny.

Why the hell would I do that? I have a perfectly good cat.

There is a level of self-involvement here that I just cannot abide. I'm 30 and single and not really looking for a partner, but not exactly turning down dates, either. I am medium happy with myself and my life. I would be embarrassed to "self marry" and all of my friends would rightly make fun of me and call me dumb,…

Hey, at least now you can masturbate without committing a mortal sin. You are only performing your wifely duties.

There's nothing wrong with remaking Ghostbusters with an all-ladeez cast.

No.

Blasphemy!

For reals... If I want to revisit my childhood, I'll FUCKING WATCH THE ORIGINAL.

I'm not entiely sure, but having been in one myself a couple of times, I can tell you that they are bittersweet. Unless you have a partner who you can unleash your pent up sexual energy on at the end of the night, it's just an expensive way to get sexually frustrated. I know this cuz the first time I was in on, I has…

God, this author is like every annoyingly manic Jez commentor balled into one rainbow vomiting unicorn of precociousness.