A few years ago, one of my friends was on a kick where he’d talk about changing the American national anthem with “America the Beautiful,” because he didn’t think it was good to represent our country with a violent, battle-connected song.

I’m 5’10.5 (the height at which men who are lying/have been lied to will shout “You can’t be 5’10, I’M 5’10, you must be six feet!”), which I think is approximately how tall Harry is, with the others being pretty substantially shorter.

Not to mention that Jesus was literally killed because he, a refugee, was considered dangerous to the status quo present in the place where he was teaching (he wasn’t teaching in his hometown because they rejected him). Whether you consider the execution of Jesus to be a necessary part of God’s plan or not, I would…

I think she and I would be friends, but I would absolutely correct her spelling over SMS.

Literally any of them, although Harry and perhaps Liam are the only ones I think who aren’t tiny enough that I’d crush them with my tall self.

It’s a well-attested rumor that he and Zayn once hooked up with a groupie each in the same hotel room. I like to believe that’s the specific time he’s remembering (although there’s a small handful of stories of him either hooking up with fans or attractive girls he met on the streets/in shops who were, if not fans, at…

Come on now, surely when someone who would struggle to find their own ass with both hands manages to discover the point of a multi-paragraph text, we should be supportive of their efforts, however ineptly they communicate their epiphanies to us, the non-mouth-breathing public.

Binge-watching Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries on Netflix has me longing for a cloche, but some of these would do in a pinch.

I’d add in SAS and Virgin Atlantic as well - I had the best in-flight meal of my life on VA 8 years ago, even better than the ones I’ve had on Emirates, which is more known for its luxury.

Tell me about it. I got a humanities BA and a social science MA, and I enjoyed getting both of them. I usually think of myself as at least marginally interested in anything.

Basically, that fucking fox created entire generations of furries single-handedly. As who among us would not, given the power?

The only person I can think of besides Teddy Roosevelt who actually seemed to enjoy being President is GW, which certainly proves your point.

I regularly get two meals a day over the course of two or three days, about once a month. I work in an organization that has a lot of volunteers coming in and doing stuff for us, and the higher-ups like to treat the volunteers right. That means fancy catered breakfasts and lunches, which after the outsiders have had…

Also, France has 31 privately-owned guns per 100 citizens - they have strict ownership laws, but they aren’t restrictive to responsible, safe gun owners, which is why they’re #11 in the world in terms of private gun ownership. Lots of French people have guns. But part of that “responsible, safe” situation means that…

My closest-friend coworker and I do, but the people in my office generally do not. It makes me so angry, particularly since I think the higher-ups are looking to hire the (male) intern on permanently, and I damn well want to know what he’s making (He has a BA, I have an MA and have been here longer, I want to be…

I don’t know if you’re trying to be sarcastic or not, but if you are, it’s pretty funny, because everything you said is literally true.

How about T-BAGL? We get the Asexuals back in, it sounds a bit like “teabag” (funny) and references that scene in Community when Britta is getting kind of high-and-mighty about living in New York for a few months but doesn’t know how to pronounce “bagel” (also funny).

To be fair we live in DC, which has both a huge Muslim community and a residential group that, if not more informed than anyone else, is at least well-practiced in ignoring what anyone beyond themselves is doing. She’s had some mean things said and some absolutely vile looks thrown her way, but nothing where she…

I always appreciate it when people I don’t want to share a train car with manage to announce that fact from 20 feet away.

Pastafarianism is like the guy you know (or at least I know, I assume everybody knows one) who keeps repackaging and re-telling jokes that you first thought were funny back in high school, but have worn a little thin since. Like “Power corrupts, knowledge is power, study hard, be evil” - cute, but not a great as when…