Yeah, I know that feeling. And if you ever said to her that you didn’t deserve her friendship she’d probably be baffled. So, maybe, next time she reaches out, reply? The 15 seconds of aaaaaaaaarghhhhhh are the longest and worst seconds in the world, but I would bet money you’ll feel way better afterwards. I know I…

I can totally relate to that - I had a tendency in my 20’s to just *vanish* (under my duvet, for weeks at a time) and I had one good friend who figured it out, saw the pattern and gave me a solid talking to about it.

Now look here, Pinkham, I am a European with a monogrammed thermos and an allergy to crunchy and I...I...fully agree with you.

I work in tech (sort of) and my job involves supporting our support staff - if they get a tech question they can’t answer, they ask me or one of my colleagues.

Scanners, iirc. Early Cronenberg goodness.

Oh man, the mixed eggs one. Gave me flashbacks. I had a customer once who asked me, without fail, to list every way he could have his eggs done (including omelette options) when he ordered breakfast. He was a regular and I think he thought it was "our thing", but it used to drive me nuts (even though the list was…

I spent altogether too long in an eerily similar situation to the one in that letter, and I applaud the advice given. I wish someone had given it to me when I was dealing with a partner who would hurt herself to punish me for anything from being slightly late home from work to going to the movies alone (as agreed to…

followed us around like the goddamn predator for 20 minuets

*shakes fist at cheap-ass European tippers* Way to make the rest of us look bad, geniuses.

I am now wondering what ritual one must perform to summon a beekeeper.

I may or may not have been humming the Ghostbusters theme all morning with a slight adjustment: "I ain't afraid of no blokes". Suggestions welcome for the rest of the feminist™ rewrite.

Why didn't they use a pizza slice in bondage instead?! WHY?!?!??!

Thanks, and (assumption time) a very happy unbirthday to you!

Flour....what is that? Sounds like...flower? What do I have that smells like flowers?

This is where I get to confess that the "Best of BCO" was open in a tab on my computer all last week at work, and saved my sanity multiple times.

Oh jeebus, I need more coffee. It's a relief that he doesn't have an actual media job, not that he's so obsessed with Anita Sarkeesian.

Thanks for checking for me, that makes sense and is a relief.

Totally worth publishing, even though he'll probably view it as some sort of badge of honor. I'm baffled at the notion that he has a job - or is Celebrinado some sort of pet project rather than an actual media outlet (I'm loath to google it)?

Sam's story: A woman who needs fewer vegan options...*brain implodes*.

Trash guy just goes to prove that clothes (or labels) do not maketh the man.