This question has caused some serious debate between me and my BFF. She says periods are a lovely link to womankind and it feels ace when it is over. I say they are hideous. But she is not wrong with her two points.

Does anyone know where pissing contest has gone? Why has it stopped? I liked it.

Egg. No question. Periods are so darn messy!!

As the woman herself say, keep on keeping on.

The OED has no evidence to refute my suggestion. I am sticking with it.

Why is it always a ‘bevy of (scantily-clad) beauties’? Is it because they have beverages to get them in the mood for the ‘romps’ and ‘trysts’?

I think the more likely explanation is that Fincher doesn’t know what insinuate means but thinks it is a sophisticated way of saying “has a conversation”. Occam’s razor innit, the simplest explanation is usually the right one.

That is amazing. Apart from the whole someone else cleaning it thing. Do they now make special confetti just for parades? Seems wasteful. Although I guess confetti is inherently wasteful.

Snort. I utterly accept the charge of hyperbole and your line of reasoning.

Oh, thanks! Ticker-tape makes it sound way more exciting. Also, heh.

British person question: what IS ticker-tape?

...be just as miserable as the rest of us in knowing that there are, at once, way too many dating options in their vicinity and not one person out there in the world who will love them unconditionally.

Yes. The less time children spend in front of screens, the smarter they are. I think this might be the one thing I would want to impress on all parents.

Kody Kepplinger (YA author who wrote ‘The Duff’) also wrote a step-brother/step-sister (nearly, his mum was engaged to her dad) teen romance (maybe called ‘A Midsummer’s Nightmare’?) but I didn’t realise it was a trend. Like all her books it had some interesting things to say about teenage gender politics, but I…

Clueless.

I’m just furrious that the purrns were furgotten.

That is a categorical violation of mewman rights.

Er, that’s Craig David...

There is a catastrophic lack of puns in this article.

Sweaty SCYTHING. Not threshing. And, no, I don’t know the difference. Luckily this jezzie does: