The woman my ex-boyfriend was cheating on me with let her husband (now ex-husband) know about the affair by asking him to fix an e-mail problem she was having. Turned out there was a password on the account (there never had been one before) so he had to call her and get the password. Once he was in, he saw passionate e-mails from her to my ex.

MY interpretation of this was that she wanted him to know, and that she wanted him to be hurt. If she'd wanted to keep it quiet, she would have deleted the information beforehand. If she wanted to keep it quiet, but still wanted to keep the e-mails, she would have copied the information to a file, put a password on the file, hidden it deep in the bowels of her computer, and deleted the e-mails from her account as they came in (or were sent). She was skanky (still is, I suppose), but not stupid.

My boyfriend, OTOH, never actually "told" me--although he came pretty close by hinting around at a 3-way with her (out of the question--I'm not interested in that, and besides, this woman was one of the least attractive I personally knew--and I thought that BEFORE the whole sordid little episode).

Point is, the husband of the LW WANTS his wife to know what he's been up to. What she needs to find out now is what she wants to do about it.

Outside friendships with people of the opposite sex are, I think, perfectly fine in a relationship (although I firmly believe that there is ALWAYS an element of sexual attraction in these friendships) but the LW appears to be describing something that is crossing boundaries.

Jon Stewart was pretty much freaking out about it last week. Just saying Heather isn't the only commentator to take note of it. It IS sad that both of them are basically comedy writers. And one is on TV, and the other writes about TV.

Gee, maybe TV isn't such a black hole after all.

I've been there! I LIKE Iowa! But you have to allow that there isn't a lot to DO there.

Maybe we could arrange to send this guy some reading material to keep him occupied? Or get him to pony up for DIGITAL cable instead of basic?

And I've never been pregnant. Mine (on my stomach) are the result of weight gain and then loss. On my breasts, they are the result of quick breast growth when I was a kid. Seriously, my stretch marks started when I was about 14. I have other naturally-large-breasted friends who have never been pregnant and have stretch marks.

I believe that there are genetic predispositions to stretch marks, just like cellulite (I have stretch marks, but very little cellulite). I've seen stretch marks on guys who work out a lot (over their bulgy muscles) and stretch marks on women who get breast implants.

That said, I don't particularly want to show them off. I live with them, but I don't love them.

Sooo... dudes who are complaining about stretch marks? I gather you have absolutely fabulous bodies, not a pimple or mark or hairy back? No sign of loose flesh or love handles? Everything beautifully muscled and in proportion? No chicken legs or flat butts? And of course your penises are larger than average?

Yeah. Though so.

I'm beginning to think that respecting other's religion is a mistake. It's a zero-sum game. It would make more sense to say "look, do you want help or don't you? These are the people who are giving it; what they do in their off hours isn't your business. Let us do our jobs or we're outta here."

I'm talking about ANY religion here. Personally, I have no religion. My patience with the demands of religious types is wearing very, very thin.

I remember how annoyed I was on Sunday morning because there were stupid news shows on and no cartoons.

I remember how much I hated going into stores that didn't have toys or a toy section. The worst was hardware stores.

I remember how much I hated going to church because it was sooo boring (actually, that's still true).

Now I am an adult. I watch the boring news shows. Avidly. I don't watch Saturday-morning or kid-type cartoons. They're boring. (all hail Aqua Teen Hunger Force, though!) Last time I went into a toy store, I was horrified at the ugly cheapness of everything--and had no urge to touch or play with it. I like going into Home Depot. And now I can choose not to go to church instead of sitting and chafing and resenting for an hour.

God, it's great being an adult!

The point is, the worlds of children and adults really are very different. Why is it so offensive to think that we might be as bored in their world as they quite often are in ours? Maybe we should start trying to cultivate shared interests with our children rather than suffering so much in each others' worlds.

Federline is so reviled as a talentless hack who left his girlfriend and married Britney for her money--but who but someone in love would put up with THAT? And then comes across as the adult, sane member of the duo!

They're PLASTIC. Yeah, they have vents, but they're not mesh--they still DON'T BREATHE.

I'll bet they get really smelly really fast.