By BadUncle on The End Of Comments
I started commenting years ago on Gawker and a couple of its sister pubs. At the time, it seemed to offer the same opportunity for clever banter and occasional insight one used to find on the pre-Web Intertubes, while also mutating normal civility by the same false intimacy. Worse, anonymity with a democratic medium gives a megaphone to every crank in a crowd. When Gawker's readership floodgates burst, standards for wit eroded. I think the lesson here is you don't have to flog traffic by lowering the bar to entry for the commentariat.
These days, about the only commenting in which I participate (reading or writing), is on Awl pubs and IO9. And also Etsy, because, you know, doilies.
UGH. Here's the thing: beauty is extremely subjective, so chances are there is someone (or many someones) out there who will actually find you beautiful. Don't waste your time with someone who doesn't. (I'm short, fat, pug-nosed, and have an awkward short haircut and smallish boobs. My 6'3" blond Adonis of a fiance thinks I'm beautiful, and not only says so but jerks off to pictures of me when I have no problem with him looking at porn. Don't settle!)
@davidwatts This wasn't one thing, like "Oh, you'd look good with your hair long!" It was several things. If you have to suggest that many "improvements" to your partner, the problem is yours, not theirs. If you are not physically attracted to someone, you shouldn't be going out with them.
I read this column primarily because it reminds me how glad I am not to be 25 anymore.
By alicesherman on Lucky Louie
Most days I am just filled with disgust for humans, but then there are dogs and the good they can bring out in people reminds me that we're all wounded things who want someone to love us unconditionally. Except the mega-rich; let's still get rid of them.
By DogfoodMilkshake on Ask Polly: My Parents Don't Want Me To Marry This Short Man And I'm Freaking Out!
@Rumpy Tattoo artist here. If this guy is not a scumbag in it for the money, he's likely one of the many artists who got into it for the craft. If he is serious, he had a grueling apprenticeship and worked for years making little to no money while honing a very difficult and specific skill set. While the only 'professional credentials' required are a license from the health department, any artist worth their salt is constantly learning and trying to improve. It takes a lifetime to learn to tattoo. I would argue that this dedication and the humbleness required to constantly re-evaluate oneself are excellent qualities to bring into a relationship. I know the communication skills, patience and ability to compromise that I have developed thanks tattooing have made me a better partner. And like tattooing, it is something I am always trying to observe objectively and improve. Just a veery specific two cents.
I have MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS, obviously, but I just wanted to say that there is life and love and adventure after 40. I mean, obviously, LOL. You don't drop dead at 40. Nor does your dick fall off. Honestly many of us hit our stride. Both in hotness and in other ways.
Also I do not think that I would have been marriageable at age 35 or younger. I was Not Really Worked Out Yet. Getting married late is the ideal solution to that. Anyway please do what the lady says and go LIVE LIFE and also yes tell this dude TO COME DO IT WITH YOU and when he's like "no I'm a fucking wussbag, I'd rather not have an amazing life full of love" then yes, off you go.
In summary: everything actually DOES get better, so enjoy yourself.
Right on. Watching Love Boat and Fantasy Island with my babysitter was usually the highlight of my week. But Fantasy Island could be fucking scary. It often sent me and the babysitter running from the room screaming.
@BadUncle They're certainly a cut above the rest.
"Hunter Treed, Peed"