A few months ago, there was a really strong and strange (to me) critique of the movie Hot Girls Wanted for shining a light on an aspect of the porn industry that is very woman un-friendly. The article read to me like it was accusing the documentary producers of taking a hardline, anti-porn stand, which I don’t think…

That’s true. Maybe we should have outsourced it to a fetishist.

Right! I would imagine that a majority of bathrooms, plumbing systems and tampon receptacles have been designed by people who have also never personally faced the problem.

I once dated a guy who owned a bar where the toilets ALWAYS stopped up because people flushed pads and tampons and other things. He was complaining about it and I was like - what do you think is gonna happen, there’s no trashcan in the bathroom? And he was like - but there is a trashcan right outside the door!

Our toilets backed up into our basement after our month long trip because our house sitter flushed tampons while were were out of town. We got to see the tampon blockage on the camera they sent into the pipes.

Trainspotter was a British term for loser, meaning a sad, dorky, loser, because trsinspotting was considered the perview of very sad losers. It has a quality of mental deficiency as well.

While I was a bit startled to be thrown aside for someone who flunked out of nun school, I assure you that I will be fine, and my main pursuits in life shall continue to be martinis, bon mots, and looking fabulous. You’ll also be glad to know I have retained custody of the Captain’s hard-drinking gay friend, Max.

This makes sense. You didn’t have close female friends before marriage. So it makes sense you wouldn’t have them after.

It doesn’t happen for you. Right now, my husband texted me to say he is getting a drink after work with his female coworker. I’m doing something else. In a few weeks, I’m travelling to Chicago, and will be staying with a good male friend (single). Perhaps you and your circle don’t maintain opposite sex friendships…

I was guessing he is young? Although he has three kids.

I’m also friends with my husband’s opposite sex friends and vice versa, generally. I call my male friends to chat, sometimes. I hangout with them without my husband sometimes. No one is cheating.

Yes! This is the only thing I get jealous about. We so rarely watch movies in the theater that he better not go see something I wanted to see with out me. Or he better lie about and pretend he hasn’t seen it and take me still.

I have always had close male friends that I hang out with. And my husband has always had close female friends. I have occasionally been surprised, when making a new male friend, that some people have hangups about this stuff; like I invited a new colleague for a drink after work and he said “I have a girlfriend.”…

I guess you don’t have friends that are women? Who you like to hang out with? I have many long-time male friends, and my husband has many long-time female friends, and some times we hang out together. And sometimes apart. I guess we have more free time and travel more?

Are you being sarcastic? I’m alone with people who are not my spouse all the time. So is my spouse. I’ve never even considered it a problem.

Her daughters made Kris this cute video, a parody of a 1985 recording she made to celebrate her 20th birthday.

This is why I can never put mascara on my lower lashes.

Except - remember how close the last few presidential elections have been? Remember how pundits and pollsters often get it wrong? Remember how Hillary was basically crowned in August of 2007 and then didn’t win the nomination? And then after the media crowned Obama after Iowa, Hillary went and won New Hampshire?

If this had been an option and I could have afforded it, I would have worn the hell out of this at my wedding!

I was a pretty serious vegetarian from age 10 to 28. But the first time I got wasted, in college, my friends stopped at a late night hotdog stand and I just could not stop myself. I didn’t even like hotdogs as a child. I hadn’t had one in 8+ years at that point. But smelling them hit something primal in me. That was…