I didn't know about Oregon!

Don't respond! Never respond!

Throw away her change? As in, fling it on the street like a Parisian nobleperson before the Revolution?

Buy a cookbook of casseroles. Seriously. There are tons out there, and nothing's better for a fast, tasty dinner that provides lunch the next day, too.

ugh. what can we do so people like you understand that RAPE VICTIMS CANNOT CONTROL RAPISTS! yeah, teach girls not to drink, fine. TEACH RAPISTS NOT TO RAPE.

Sometimes, King doesn't always write the best endings. But some of them stand out, and this was one.

"The Mist" is right up there with "The Last Rung on the Ladder" and "Christine" for having great, great last lines.

My brother is five years older than I am, when he was a senior in high school the baseball coach was accused of raping a student. The baseball team was REALLY good, like state champs good. And there were actually parents who said, "well, it comes down to her word against his. Do we REALLY want to ruin his life?"

...I just don't get that. Like...there's a nozzle. There's a hole. It stops when it's done.

Are you my sister? My mom used to send me in to buy groceries and cigarettes with a blank check while she smoked in the car. Looking back, I have no idea how idea why the store allowed it. My mom is a really formidable woman with several personality disorders. My guess is that she bullied the manager and the grocery…

I seem to be commenting a lot about my parents to you today...

I never learned how to put gas in my car until I was well into my 20's, because pumping one's own gas is illegal in my home state and my family was too poor to travel.

That was always my parents' stance. They loved us and recognized that they wouldn't be around forever, so they wanted us to be able to take care of ourselves. It was extremely important that we each know how to cook, clean, do basic home maintenance, stick to a budget and so forth.

Oh, seriously. As a fiercely independent person with kind of lazy parents, I'm really used to doing things on my own. To the point where I can get kind of stupid about not asking for help, even. I had the kind of mom who once handed me a check written to herself, handed it to seven-year-old me, and instructed me to…

I'm married to a guy like this, except it was "your wife will do it for you," instead of hiring.

He's taught himself to cook based solely on The Food Network and he is brilliant at it. The rest ... we're working on. (My first-generation white collar mother made sure that we were more than equipped to do all the things,…

Was this friend me? Because, that sounds very much like my parents' approach. I've had to ask them, a lot, to please teach me some basic adulting skills, and the best I've gotten from them was "go figure it out yourself." (Except cooking. My dad looooves to cook. Dude basically has half of Williams Sonoma in his…

I had a friend that started freshman year of college without knowing how to do her own laundry, how to refill a prescription, and how to put gas in her car because her mom and dad had always done it for her. The first few months were...interesting.

I involuntarily opened my eyes wide and gasped when I read that quotation.

I'm a millenial, and when my father got divorced he couldn't clean, cook or do his own laundry because he didn't know how. But millenials are the WORST, amirite? They're clearly the only ones who don't know how to do this stuff.

I just call my dad.. *hangs head in shame*