When Em went on "The Morning Show with Mike & Juliet" on Friday to discuss exactly why breaking up is hard to do (and how to do it better), we couldn't have been happier that they opened the segment with a clip of pretty much the best break-up scene ever: Lloyd Dobler and Diane Court in Say Anything. (Though is it just us who thinks that if a guy did that boombox thing in real life, most women would just think he was a bit clingy and desperate? How come we only swoon over Lloyd Doblers on screen?!)

Also, they showed some hilarious interviews with people on the street discussing their own personal break-up low-points, proving that you don't necessarily have to accost drunk people outside bars to spill the beans. Turns out Times Square in broad daylight will do just fine...apparently people just want to (over)share. (Says the pot-blogger calling the kettle-blogger black.) Happily, unlike the last time she discussed break-ups on TV, Em managed not to take herself too seriously while discussing the finer points of stealth dumping, pulling a librarian, passive-aggressive breakups, and the importance of a snot-flying-out-of-your-nose scene in achieving closure.

Anyway, seeing as it's a crappy, cold Monday, we thought we'd brighten your day by asking you to relive your personal break-up low points (P-BULP's). For example, if you're wondering why we insist on the importance of a "booty haul" before a breakup (i.e. if you're really attached to a particular sweatshirt, retrieve it from your partner's house before dumping them, because asking for it back right after is just cold), here's one of Em's P-BULP's:

About a month after getting her heart put through the blender (we're talking DEFCON 1 here), she met up with her ex for a closure brunch. She was feeling pretty good about herself, having undergone a sort of breakover: new haircut, new gym body, new I-love-my-life attitude. And then halfway through the eggs Benedict, the ex asks her, oh-so-casually, "Hey, remember that 'N Sync T-shirt that I lent you? Do you think I could get it back?" (He wasn't actually a boy-band fan, he just thought it was really hipster-ironic-funny to wear it out.) And it suddenly hit Em that he had been so profoundly unaffected by the breakup that all he'd had time to think about since then was how much he missed that fucking T-shirt. Also, that wearing the T-shirt was probably how he peacocked in bars. So she said yes of course, paid her half of the bill, and then promptly went home and donated to the shirt to Goodwill. And three years later, when she was about to break someone else's heart, she made sure to repossess her favorite pair of PJs first. Sounds cold when you put it that way, but damn it, she loved those ratty old things.