I love my husband, but damn if I don’t miss my roommate. We have a pact to move back in together in our old age, regardless of whether our husbands are still around. Some roomie situations turn out great and into lifelong friendships!

And people—dozens of them perhaps!—will put down their hard earned cash to own it. *shudder*

My top two tips from a recently married woman who a) hates planning; b) didn’t want to go into debt; and c) but also wanted a good party:

Haha, a Steelers addiction is a funny thing to come home with! I’m Somerset-based. Came over for grad school in London six years ago, and somehow never left. Life in the rural southwest never ceases to amuse me though.

Hello, fellow U.K. Jezebel reader! Possibly also a fellow Pennsylvanian? I’m from Philly originally, but I have room in my heart for Pittsburgh folks :)

You didn’t list every single bad thing that happens on the planet; ergo, you are not allowed to discuss this one. (Note—all the sarcasm! You did your best).

This was hilarious.

I was three when my little sister was born - I don’t really remember my mom’s pregnancy too much, except getting bounced around a lot to different neighbors and relatives (my mom had extremely high risk pregnancies with all of us, and was on bedrest from like, month three, and my dad was working 80 hour weeks). I do,…

Well, no. By my logic, if I were wearing, say, part of a car door as a shirt, and you grab the part of the car door where you think my breasts are, you are not touching me. Which you aren’t, because you are touching something that is several inches from my breasts and literally designed to prevent things from touching…

Yes, it is harassment, and yes, it’s very inappropriate. If you actually read my comment, you’d see that I am in agreement there.

This is fair. I actually accidentally bought the same brand of cheese that’s in the calendar the other day, and truthfully it is REALLY nice cheese. So I can’t say I’d be terribly disappointed if I had to eat a piece of it every day. But I still want 24 types because I have room in my heart for all the cheeses!

I do agree it was harassment. My only quibble are people saying the actions specifically in the photo constitute sexual assault. Pretending to touch someone isn’t the same thing as actually touching them, and I don’t want to see the definition of the word watered down.

I felt really ripped off, and I hadn’t even bought it!

I saw one with cheese the other day and I got unreasonably excited. Then I learned that there were only four different kinds of cheese on a rotation for 24 days. No, cheese advent calendar, I want 24 different goddamn cheeses!

I’m confused about everyone saying this photo is evidence of sexual assault. It’s unprofessional, it’s unpleasant, I’d be furious too if I were her, and he absolutely should be grovelling for this. I’m not defending him in the least, and I don’t care at all if this wrecks his career. Them’s the breaks, jackass.

Ah, I didn’t think of that. So they’ve often got a starting point. That makes sense—the logistics of it were boggling my brain otherwise.

How do they even find people? Of all the millions and millions of women out there on social media, how do these creeps manage to identify anyone from a few nude photographs?

Nuggets are my shame food. No one except my husband knows how much I love nuggets and aspire to eat them several times a week. Note that I don’t do this, because health, but the heart wants what it wants, ok!

Those. Are. Glorious.

Hello, fellow pale person!