That was the highlight of the night. The Jane Lynch was spot-on.

Every fucking time I have to hear about this shitshow of an organization. EVERY. FUCKING. TIME.

I was 15 and a sophomore in high school when I developed my first all-consuming, soul-crushing, LOVE IS TORTURE crush (late bloomer—I didn't notice boys, and they did not notice me, until then). It was one of my closest friends' (Dee) older brothers, and in retrospect, it was kind of creepy. They were Irish twins, him…

THIS. My high school boyfriend tried to slow fade on me when dating still involved planning well in advance and calling each other on home phone lines. He used to try to make his sister (a friend of mine) lie about his whereabouts to avoid talking to me.

I love the vibe of Buffy The Vampire slayer as much as the next Scoobie

Dodai, you're making me feel weird in my pants.

I will not date a selfish woman. I do not like selfish women at all.

The issue is that there're two sets of law she had to navigate: U.S. and tribal. To completely remove the Cherokee nation from the proceedings (whether intentionally or unintentionally, depending on whose version of the story you're inclined to believe) is to disregard their interest in what happens to a member of…

I'm not convinced her father is at all a saint here (there's been a lot of conflicting reports about the conditions under which he ceded parental rights and the highly dysfunctional relationship he had with her biological mother), but at the end of the day, I feel that even if he relinquished his rights, the adoption…

FLAWLESS EXECUTION.

Concur. I'm definitely AGAINST making out furiously on public transit, but if someone is bothered by my pecking Mr. Chip on the lips when one of us has to get off the subway, then they're clearly a Grumpy McCrankypants.

I love him SO. DAMN. MUCH. He is the greatest troll the Kardashians will ever know.

Maybe I'm missing a photo from the set here, but hella kudos to her for managing to get into the cab without a spectacular crotch shot. Hell, it looks like she's deliberately TRYING to avoid. Well done.

You guys, is there any tangible difference between Elite Daily and Thought Catalog? Because I'm 99% sure I grow 5% stupider each time I read an article from either.

It depends—I don't really describe it as "falling in love" because I'm on team "love is a verb"—but in terms of feeling like I can commit to someone and WANT to love them, it can take several months.

Now, I'm not out to denigrate Spar's work or invalidate her experience here at all, but in adding her book to the canon of mainstream feminist thought—one that even she acknowledges still focuses largely on upper class white women's problems—whose work wasn't published? Whose perspective wasn't heard? Did we really…

My hangovers seemed to turn on overnight. Up until age 22, I could drink like a crusty old sailor and wake up feeling like the WORLD WAS MY OYSTER the next day. Then, suddenly, hangovers of death started happening. It was like I graduated college and my liver just decided to take its toys and go home.

I'm kind of amazed that he positions the "collaborative, flexible, amorphously-hierarchical American economy" as a HORRIBLE thing. If you ask me, those are pretty good first steps toward making our economy a bit more equitable (disclaimer: first step; not end-game).

YES. I was coming here to post this but wanted to make sure I wasn't broken-recording it.

I always thought I had a great first time story until I read the entries on this. Mine was boring (though highly positive and enjoyable) compared to these.