Those two words. I don't even want to write them. I don't even want to think them. Even the very mention is enough to send shivers up...

Peanut Butter and Jelly. Hall and Oates. Laurel and Hardy. Art and Anxiety. Now, I'm aware that I'm probably dating myself well...

In the spirit of never feeling truly comfortable being the one to initiate any conversation, interaction, or mode of communication in any...