It's easy to deny racism when you come from a place of privilege. It's hard work and uncomfortable to see the world from someone else's perspective— that's not so uncommon, is it?

I could endorse that, if my fantasy Caryl doesn't come true.

Lobby your government to give discrete humanitarian aid when necessary and to stop interfering when countries of geopolitical interest look like they are becoming economically stable enough to feed themselves and start raising prices on natural resources that don't want to have to actually pay for.

I don't blame her! If I were within smooching distance of Norman Breedus' biceps, I'd feel the same way! I just have a soft spot for Caryl: I think they could achieve some sexual healing.

I agree with you to some extent— kicking KKK-member cops is certainly not going to end violence against people of color. But how sobering it is to realize that current (relatively young) cops are a part of those dino-racist groups like the KKK? That info would (I hope) be an eye-opener to my racist-denialist friends.

I loved that song! I think I still have the 12".

True! But I notice the camera lingered quite lovingly on Harry Styles' face (and on a bunch of youngs I don't recognize and would like to get off my lawn), so perhaps they are aware of their target demo for this song.

I am especially interested in that aspect of the de-hooding. I can only hope that it goes nationwide so that the ratio of cops/KKK finally convinces my fellow white people that cops killing black people just MIGHT be a racial thing.

Well, I hope you're wrong but I'm afraid you're right.

I understand those One Direction fellows are somewhat popular with the kids these days, though.

I have nothing but respect for the work of the Carter Center and the Gates Foundation— I absolutely agree that they are "doing it right".

However, none of the people in this video are philanthropists or politicians. They are performers. Their celebrity and musical ability (such as they are) is what they have to give,…

When he stopped her the second time, I started crying for poor Sophia.

I wondered about that book that fell out of his backpack about surviving abuse. Was it for him, or was he trying to understand Carol better? Maybe both.

I was so mad at the zombies who started growling when Caryl were laying beside each other on the bed! DAMMIT, cock-blocking zombies!

Kelly, you know you're my kinswoman, but I think you're way off on this one.

We (and those singing this song) have been insulated from the reality of Ebola as it decimates West Africa. Yes, people who want to be informed can be, but the majority could not care less as long as it's Not In Their Backyard.

You may be too…

You know, I went over there to "like" all the same-sex couples kissing, but there were so many saccharine "ten years and a thousand babies later, we're still in love and God blah blah America" that I just developed spontaneous diabetes. Barf.

Eradicated, obliterated, tied to a literary post and whipped into such brutal submission that it never rears its vicious head again.

I draw the line at moving thirty-one cats to Israel, though.

I was wretched when we had to put my sweet cocker spaniel to sleep after prolonged oxygen deprivation due to congestive heart failure, when she was just thirteen. I would have given half my heart and my spare lung to have her for just one more day. I still grieve for her after nearly thirteen years.

It wasn't as hard…

That context definitely helps me understand. Thank you.