I'm sorry, is this supposed to be some kind of fucking joke? I'm not going to humor you with a huge long comment explaining the myriad ways lesbians are oppressed in general, explain violence against them, explain corrective rape or bathroom rights or sexualization/fetishization, the distancing straight women do and…

I don't know how you could love paris.

France is one of the most heavily catholic countries in the world. Until the law was changed 6 months ago, a woman couldn't get an abortion in France unless the pregnancy put her at risk.

Agreed, that's NOT cool and there's nothing funny about it.

So true. There are plenty of attentive, smart, hardworking people in fast food. In fact, I'd even say most of them are like that.

Don't forget she could also rock a full set of mechanic's coveralls!

Some unsolicited first-aid info: don't ever (ever!) put any sort of cream, lotion, balm etc. on a burn until you're sure all the heat has gone out of it. For small burns like this one, you're looking at a full day minimum. Run it under the cold tap for at least 10 minutes and then keep it dry. That goes for sunburn…

As someone who has cared for another with a chronic illness, it is NOT empowering. It is hard on everyone. You actually feel quite helpless when they are in pain and hurting.

My, you are a literal one aren't you.

You're going to have a beautiful wedding with the people who support you there. Best Wishes.

At least you get to spend your money on the people who love you enough to come and support you and your fiancée, not extended relatives who you probably barely see who can't get past that bullshit. I'm not a huge fan of big weddings - often the food and drink are crap and you never get to talk to all the people there…

For some reason we were both compelled to order steaks. I like my steaks medium rare, but have found so often that restaurants undercook steaks that I order mine medium. I'm ok erring on the side of more well done than still mooing. My husband also likes his steaks medium rare and orders them that way.

My reasoning then still holds true now: the vast, vast majority of bad service stories are just plain boring.

Oh come now, Mr. Trout. Have you ever been to a steakhouse in the Midwest? IT'S WHERE OUR COWS COME FROM. THEY CAN COOK A STEAK. That is ENTIRELY the fault of the Cracker Barrel.

Editor's Note: *pointedly stares at people who get angry every time I mock Midwestern food sensibilities*

Sigh, Pinkman Pinkman Pinkman, your regional bias is going to be your downfall. Badly, over cooked steak is a class/customer type thing not a regional thing.

proofing dough using a microwave. First fill a 1/2 cup of water, run the microwave for about 3-4 minutes to steam it up, and then place your dough in there and allow to rise. It's nice and warm, no drafts, and the steam will prevent the dough from drying out.

I'm seeing a few "Irish coffee lady probably just never had the boozy version" defenses. And I don't disagree with that. Buuuut I would also say that IF your server tells you the drink is made with booze, it's probably made with booze. Just take her word for it.

Same thing happened to me a few years ago. I was convinced I was pregnant for maybe a week. Thought I was too far along for the pregnancy tests to be accurate (crazy but googling convinced me of it). I had panic attacks thinking of how the baby would be deformed due to me drinking before I "knew" I was pregnant. I had…