Yeah, my first thoughts when I saw this news was that it sounds a lot like Canadian immigration.

I’ve got to agree with this. I’ve always halfway dated guys, and they never really wanted to commit but I just left it alone assuming they eventually would.

THIS!!!! I have a severe cat allergy, and literally cannot own cats, or be around them for more than 48 hours without my respiratory system getting completely thrown out of wack and me being miserably messed up.

Same here. I’m not the only woman at my job, but I’m the only woman in the project management division. I absolutely DO NOT get anyone coffee, or copy/do anything administrative unless it’s my work to do. I’ve also told people no when I’ve been asked to do something like that. My time is no less valuable than any…

I do this too. Lots of long weekends when I can use them since in my line of work taking 3 weeks off is a really big deal/can realistically only be done if there’s a bit of a gap in the project schedule or a mini break between projects.

Or is selfish not allowing your spouse sexual experiences because of a chronic health condition. Why should that affect both of your lives to that sort of dramatic extent?

But what about her sexual desires/needs? I understand being supportive of an ill/disabled spouse, but does that mean she doesn’t get to feel sexual satisfaction because of that, and essentially become a martyr? To me, there is no great solution to sex in a relationship like that.

But what about her sexual desires/needs? I understand being supportive of an ill/disabled spouse, but does that mean she doesn’t get to feel sexual satisfaction because of that, and essentially become a martyr? To me, there is no great solution to sex in a relationship like that.

Holy shit. I just realized how much Kate Hudson resembles her mother.

I’d say I’m an Ernest Poppins too. I get extra emotional (usually in the happy, I love everybody way, though sometimes it can careen into a sobfest if something is wrong), but generally speaking no one but my best best friends can tell that I’m wasted, unless I’m into blackout/way too drunk/can’t function properly…

That’s more western Ontario/eastern Quebec. Northern Quebec is actually north/outside of that map.

Nah. After the outrage I’ve seen everywhere over her blog post I think she could sue them and still be hire-able. The key appears to be making damn sure it’s blatantly obvious you were screwed over so they can’t assume you’re just whiny and litigious.

That new show with the techy hospital dude has a white woman and black guy pairing! Though the woman character is insufferable and they’re going into the zone of the black guy getting jealous of her weird relationship with her white boss, so it’s going the route of potentially dangerous stereotyping but it’s starting…

SAME HEEEERE. I’m ignoring, we made plans yesterday for Thursday and I plan on just... pretending today is just Tuesday. Because it’s Tuesday, and it’s a blatant greeting card holiday. Though I do plan on grabbing some cheap chocolate later.

Nah, all the news I’ve seen is sympathetic to the refugees who were so desperate they WALKED TO CANADA IN THE WINTER. A month or so ago there was a story about an African man who had severe frostbite because he happened to try this during a cold snap & blizzard. Most people (not all, we have our…

I really really really hope that’s true. Hell, I joined the damn party so I can vote and keep the party away from Trump-land.

I even know what they mean, and I’m not American.

Sounds like me not too long ago. I’m still single, but I definitely went through that phase when my best friend got married and I was going on year 6 straight of singledom (I’m currently 25). Try to relax, as dumb as that sounds, you won’t click with tons of people but eventually you will. It’s better to find someone…

Some people from Alberta (and Ontario) do actually like the neon cheeto, or at least think he’s not THAT bad, and Hillary is a she-devil. I’ve resisted quite a few heated arguments.

I like Nickelback, don’t love, but their music hardly makes my ears bleed. I don’t really get the dislike, or the fun people get from ‘hating’ them.