Lonely, depressed, and newly single, a writer finds refuge in the comment section — I’ve always found comfort in camp. I used to hurry home after school to watch the last few minutes of General Hospital with my mom before she switched the channel to Inside Edition. Melodrama was the base of my media food pyramid. It’s no mystery, then, how I later came…

My husband does my taxes because I hate doing my taxes. I feel okay about it. — My husband and I are financially compatible. If that doesn’t sound romantic, imagine being hyper-organized with your own personal finances but dating someone who is perpetually wading through a sea of overdraft fees. …