But without Thought Catalog, I wouldn't have any meaningful way to assess if I'm being a Twenty-Something correctly.

As a former Marine girlfriend this all sounds right. My ex's friends' wives were lovely, but very, very young women, and I spent a lot of time with them comforting them when their marriages started to go south. It was a real struggle for them, and I don't think they realized what they were getting into (nor did their…

I really appreciate Chris Martin's commitment to blandness. (Sorry J. Law fans. Maybe I'm just speaking as an old, but she's not that thrilling to me.)

gURL was the best. I wasted HOURS and much of my family's AOL time on that site. And in retrospect, my parents were probably glad that that's where I spent most of my tweens on the internet.

YES. I adored gURLpages. I never had much of anything of importance there, but it sparked a hobby my computer-nerdy parents were so thrilled I was pursuing—something they could relate to and help me with. It was an important time in parent-daughter bonding for me.

I was 19 and seeing a boy in the Army. Because of his Army-ness, we were also long-distance. Nevertheless, it was all ~*true love*~ and shit.

This. It doesn't have all the extra functionality, but it's classy/sexy as hell. Gold-plated and shit.

Concur. Her writing isn't particularly inspired, but it's clear and it gets her point across.

To be honest, I know a lot of folks with advanced degrees—very smart people—who aren't great writers. Writing just doesn't come naturally to everyone, and it's kind of a terrible heuristic to use for education/intelligence.

Of course it was a DMB concert.

I was gonna say. I'm fascinated to see how they prove a negative.

If they're gonna go that route, they should do it a couple eps in, when the show's pacing tends to be at its slowest and it's still in ramp-up mode.

I feel you on the last part of that. I take Vicodin for kidney stones, but it has never been anything but an unpleasant experience—it makes me feel so sick and I can't really move around very much. But it sure as hell beats kidney stone pain.

Oooh girl, you are on a roll. I'M NOT WORTHY TO BASK IN YOUR GLOW.

I knew I had reached adulthood when I realized that, forced to choose, I would take Michael as a partner over Troy any day.

Oh, it's already happening to one extent or another. I know there are some clinics out there that will do sex-selective IVF.

I was going to ask if this person has ever seen a kid eat. KIDS EAT SO MUCH. THEY ARE FOOD MACHINES. They need so much energy to get through their days, it's not even funny.

Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph. How do you even achieve anything in the PR field being so oblivious and objectively BAD at your job? My god.

I know this is totally unfair, but it drives me nuts sitting next to someone who fidgets CONSTANTLY over the course of the flight and can't sit still for longer than a minute before shifting positions, fucking with the tray table, etc.

I call her Polly Prostitute, partly due to her fashion choices which includes boots, heels, and minis that barely cover her ass. Before you get mad at me for "slut-shaming"...