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Seconded. My aunt is a nun, and is probably one of the happiest and most fulfilled people I have ever met, as well as being very politically, spiritually, and practically progressive. Her convent is full of women who are very much like her — they don't want any priests meddling in their business, the keep the

Moomins is like the race or breed or whatever. Moominmama and Moominpapa are the head of Moominfamily, and then there are other Moomins like Moomintroll and the Snork Maiden. There are all these other characters / races / breeds in the story too. Tove Jansson also wrote a book called Who Will Comfort Toffel which

Really, so bizarre. I fail to see the problem with a Moomin-themed restaurant giving you a Moomin toy to sit with if you are alone. I mean, that's kind of the point of eating in a Moomin-themed joint, right? That you're into Moomins?

No, there is a very Arctic-Circle melancholy to them, you are right to tear up.

I love the Moominfamily. The story about them reclaiming the old amusement park is my favorite.

It is a very Tove Jansson-y phrase. Very Moomin.

So, in a restaurant that is Moomin-themed, you find it patronizing that the staff puts a Moomin doll at your table? Do you also find it patronizing that the staff at the American Girl Cafe in NYC gives you a doll if you arrive for your meal with no doll in tow? I mean, that's the point of the cafe.

I actually had an underpants / hospital collision, like for real. I got very sick a few years ago and was told to go to the ER by my doc. I took a shower, got dressed, went and expected to get some x-rays done and be out of there before the end of the day. Well, they admitted me and in doing so I had to get into a

I can't find the quality undies that I used to wear. St. Eve was a good brand but the Filenes (which was the only place I could find them) closed. Then I switched to Target's "house" undies, and they were good for a while but in the last couple of years its rare to find 100% cotton drawers (nylon drawers = Hell's

Well, since you seem like a really cranky person, I'd say we both come out the winner there. Maybe you're just having a bad morning, though; I hope it passes.

I would spend all my money dining out with Moomins if I could. I love love love the Moominfamily.

Because they can. They would not think that if it did not play out in their favor every single day.

So basically a list of popular names for women between late-20s and 40-ish, yes? My assumption is that gold-diggers are randomly distributed throughout the population, so the most-common golddigger names would line up along the same curve as most-common names across the population.

Or maybe just the hot ones that we want to throw a leg over. I'll throw Michael B. Jordan on that list too. Actually, I'll put him at the top. He's pretty damn shaggable.

Context is key. The lab test Pap smear has a capital "H", the slang for paparazzi does not. Also: stories about celebrities being photographed are probably not easily mistaken for stories about cancer screening.

I'm always delighted to find out they're gay, because then its not like I would ever come out the big loser in any pair-bond competition. You can't lose the race if you were never even in the running of it, right? That's my approach, anyway.

He's only handsome with a beard. Shave the beard, handsomeness disappears in the snap of a finger. Its like Samson, all his power is in the facial hair. Delilah comes along with a straight-edge and its game over.

Jesus Christ. Calm the fuck down. So someone commented on another person's body? Big fucking deal. He has big ears. Its an uncommon trait in celebrities. I have big ears too, like I don't notice it every time I look in a fucking mirror? All this foot-stomping about "body snark" smacks of guilt to me — if we

I'm glad to see more jug-eared people in the celebrity world. Kate Mara (or Rooney Mara? Not sure which is which) is another one. Representation is a hot conversation topic these days, and speaking as a jug-eared gal myself, seeing my fellow elves on screen fills me with joy. REPRESENT! (*fist in the air*)

Meh, he said something kinda dumb, he tried to talk his way out of it, it didn't work. Being in boyfriend-trouble with Emma Stone is probably going to cause him more grief than being in overreactive-feminist-trouble with a bunch of anonymous commenters on the internet who cut nobody any slack for anything, ever. But