Glad the mother was horrified instead of making some cliched remark about boys being boys or just kidding. Or turned into scary momma bear and how dare someone call out her snowflake.

This is incredibly satisfying. Nothing is more wonderful than the idea of misogynists having to admit their misogyny to the one woman who they think is somehow different. It's a beautiful thing.

My friend was sexually assaulted at a college party one night, so her boyfriend found the guy's home phone number and called his mother in the middle of dinner to tell him what he had done.

You had never seen a person repent so fast before.

Halloween pajama bottoms, a nightgown that has a floral "LA" on it even though I live in NJ, fair isle fuzzy socks... fuck yeah, I'm stylish as fuck. Don't hate.

My friend learned about her six-year-old daughter's "boyfriend" in the following fashion:

I'm thinking what if all the celebrities canceled all their scheduled appearances in response to the decision. Maybe they should but it seems pretty weird Garth Brooks is the only one I've heard about so far.

You did it you cracked the code. Kids dictate letters to their parents. One of history's greatest mysteries solved.

Given Brooks' history, I think it's more likely to be support for the Brown family or some sort of generalized well-meaning-but-out-of-touch worry about the nation being divided or such. He almost certainly wouldn't be among Wilson's supporters.

It's plural, cheeses. That kid knows where it's at. There's nothing quite like a bountiful cheese platter to get the old heart all twitterpated.

Hmm . . . you say he won't appear in wake of the grand jury's decision not to indict Darren Wilson, but he says he won't appear in the wake of civil unrest. Same outcome, to be sure, but the emphasis is a little different.

You should come to my house and eat cheeses with me.

I'm pretty sure this would work on me at 34. YES to cheese, sir. YES to robots.

We had a friend in college who thought it was pronounced like that, and it sounded so much like a slur that we started using it to describe things that were just awful. "Ugh, Jenna made everyone at the party stop and watch her sing a solo? That's so jinger."

I love the stupid effing show. I lurk at Duggars Without Pity. I even checked out Jessa and Jill's bridal registries. I read up on Gothardism. I ... think I have a problem. But they're so terrible that it's fascinating.

I can't read "Jinger" without pronouncing like it rhymes with "ringer".

"Well, maybe I will come to your country then. And eat all of your bread!"

And I'm glad Aidy's mom seemed to work out that whole thing with Jean.

I don't have social anxiety, but I do have generalized anxiety. A tool I like to use is to recognize my anxiety and then ask, realistically speaking, what the worst case scenario REALLY is.

I don't love the grey system, per se, but I find that the comments in the grey are really good comments, so I always read them. I haven't seen any yucko gifs in a long time, which is good.

I TOTALLY understand your concern, but I feel like this is sort of typical LTR behavior, to be honest. Whenever you crank up the seriousness factor in a relationship, there's gotta be a little room for freak out. I flipped when my first serious boyfriend moved *across an ocean* to be closer to me. Like, serious,…