This. I dated a guy in college who, like me, was in the sociology program and read the cannon, but the more time I spent with him, the more I noticed that his general demeanor toward most of the women in our classes and our professors was dismissive. He called himself a feminist, but actively distanced himself from…

The best Super Bowl conversation ever, between the 11 year-old and 14 year-old sons of a friend of my husband's.

Whenever our dog starts to get a little beefy, we halve her dog food and add in an equal amount of low sodium canned green beans or lightly cooked and cooled carrots. Pretty effective and she doesn't seem to mind as long as it's in with her dog food. We have also given her a Cherrio or single Wheat Chex for a treat…

This is how my mother got me to watch this movie. At the time, I had only seen J. Lo. in Out of Sight, which she was pretty good in. "I rented this movie, it has Jennifer Lopez, Ralph Finnes, Stanley Tucci..." Sure! I'll watch it.

If one is truly shortening the word husband, it should be "Husby". Husby is less annoying (although no one would likely know what it means).

I love watching soccer. It, like my other favorite sport, cycling, is PERFECT for napping. Watch, relax, if something truly exciting happens, the announcers will get rowdy and you will wake up. And I usually end up dreaming that I am running or cycling which makes me feel like I have worked out.

Aside from that, I cannot unsee Carmen Baldwin Putin. That is real.

Joshua Malina is perfect.

That's the thing. I hate exposed zippers and I kind of hate that suit, but I love how she looks in it. I have a feeling that MO could make clothes from the clearance rack at KMart look stunning.

Hipster grandpa jerkface.

You know, that's the thing. I did not wear bread bags, but I grew up in western Wisconsin, in a fairly impoverished area. Lots of kids did wear bread bags and it was no big deal.

Presumably, by posting something, I am endorsing that person's views without presuming to speak for them. Communication comes in many forms...

I (as a white person) have taken to simply re-posting articles and commentary from POC in regard to racial profiling. No commentary from me at all. I hope that connotes a show of support without recasting the conversation through my white-girl-sociologist-from-Wisconsin lens.

After Freaks and Geeks, I spent years wondering where he went - clearly, dude was going to be a star, right?! Kind of that James Dean (classic edition) thing going on. Seemed like he had the 'aww shucks' acting down.

You know, I don't even care. He is clearly a hero.

Awesome. Could you tell me how I am supposed to pronounce this kid's name? Zane? Za-yon? Zine?

No, no, no. Rachel McAdams is not doo-doo! It's just ridiculous that Mendes, in all of her fabulousness, to be jealous of a woman who, although lovely and seemingly charming in her own right, had a break up with the Goose years and years before this child.

Get real. Eva Mendes does not care about Rachel McAdams. Rachel McAdams cannot rock a turban like that. There is no competition.

Thank you. My Dad has Parkinsons. I have ended two friendships because these people have not been able to drop the premise that if he just used these oils and drank a bunch of coconut water everyday he would be "cured". You cannot cure neurological damage, folks.

This is it exactly. Although I agree if The Marriage Plot was written by a woman it would have had a pink, fluffy cover, overall I just want to die every time Picoult starts complaining about this stuff.