Hmm. Point.

My first thought. Smile! Don't smile! You're literally always asking for it! Gotcha bitch!

I don't even spell it out anymore. I respond to "Merry Christmas!" with a terse, "Jewish!" and keep going. All this Christmas shit is so depressing in its conspicuous consumption.

I waitressed a lot. And shit happened. But I'm telling y'all what: The person who bounced a roasted chicken off my chest would have needed a transfusion. That shit right there woulda made the papers.

Hell, I was confused by why she thought her salad was too fishy. It's a Caesar- it has anchovies in it. It's supposed to be fishy.

I'd say it's far more likely that the woman was in such a rage lather that she didn't want to admit she was wrong. One thing I've learned in life is to never blame malice when stupidity is just as good of an explanation.

That's when a guy walks up with the missing forty dollars and tells the woman it was on the floor by their table. To which she says "bullshit" and storms out saying that I'm a fucking thief. Moral of the story is, don't give small children lots of cash.

I imagine that guy probably paid out of his own pocket to make the…

It's like the world itself has to stop to maintain male privilege. Anything else is UNTHINKABLE

everything can't be written or created by Tyler Perry

And yet, when you ask them if behaving like this has ever helped them meet a woman, they'll say no.

I hate this argument so damn much! Did all other forms of meeting people cease to exist? Do we no longer have clubs, or meet-ups, or house parties and BBQs where you meet friends of a friend? Are school, and work, and online dating defunct?
Have we completely lost the ability to tell when someone is making physical…

I've briefly mentioned my house on GT before, but here's the whole story! I've lived in my current house for several years, and have always felt the "not quite alone" sensation the whole time I've been here, pretty much from day one. I remember the very first night I spent in the house, I was sitting at my…

When I was 17 years old, I was an avid romance reader. I'd sneak all of my mother's Harlequin novels and lock myself in my bedroom and just absorb all of it's cheesy, dramatic, goodness. So when I started dreaming of this dashing, young fellow in a breezy, ruffled, white shirt (think Fabio or whatever any man on a…

My mom let the guy who kidnapped Elizabeth Smart sleep on her front lawn a couple times. (Pre-Elizabeth Smart kidnapping he was a local character nicknamed Homeless Moses.) I wasn't there at the time but my two little sisters were living with her.

Indeed. Well I will be the first to admit when I wrong. Thanks for clarifying that point. This is something that is relatively new to me and I'm trying my best to understand. I apologize to all who were offended by my ignorance.

I look forward to Girl Scout cookie time every year. I have a freezer stocked with Thin Mints, Cunnilingus Crackers, and Sodomy Squares.

So it's okay to generalize about Westerners but not Redditors?

Newsnight's colour scheme and lighting evolve throughout the show. The programme focuses mainly on hard, complex and frequently acrimonious news stories, and so when it starts to winds down to the finish at 11:30pm, the producers try to cool things down (including visually) so people can go to bed peacefully instead…

Did you really have to ask, "Oh, is rape really worse than being beaten?" Was the answer not quite obvious? It's called empathy. Imagine you are a woman. Imagine that a man forcibly inserts his penis into your vagina. And then proceeds to have intercourse with you, against your will (perhaps having beaten you into…