The commenter is mocking the fact that a college professor compared Hillary Clinton to Bill Cosby in terms of overcoming scandal. You would think an educated person would know the difference between being the wrongdoer and the one (of many) wronged, but I guess that doesn't count for much when the wrongdoer is the one…

If Cosby's PR team had any sense, they would use the school as cover in a very BIG way: endow studies specifically in women's rights, mentorship programs for women in business/politics, internships, etc. Then they have a BIG press conference to announce it and Cosby addresses the world and says that he hopes these…

I seem to remember a great song Bette sang in her live show called "Pretty Legs and Great Big Knockers." I know she played sexuality for laughs, but she still played it to the hilt. I get where she's coming from, but she needs to knock it off with the sanctimony.

I know she's trying to be funny, but what in the name of flying fucks does body size have to do with apartment size? Are people in NYC really standing at the door of a fourth floor walk-up saying: "Yeah, the price is right and the location's great, but it is really too small for my booty."

I am ashamed of myself for sorta kinda laughing when I first read this headline. I'm not happy for anyone to die.

If you could pick four characters to survive, who would they be?

I kinda want Beth to die at this point, just because we already have a sweetie-becomes-badass with Maggie, and I'm just bored with her "stronger than she looks" storyline. YEAH, WE GET IT. I'd like her to go down fighting Dawn and winning.

Nub rub.

Is "siririca" pronounced like "sriracha," by any chance? Because that would be perfect— hot and saucy!

For those who would protest: "This man's career is ruined because of accusations! Where is his trial? How unfair!" I would just like to remind you that he has enjoyed a lucrative career for decades, and will not exactly be living on the street because of these accusations.

In other words, if he did even one-tenth of…

Just let that sink into your mind.

That is heartbreaking! I can't imagine children that young having absorbed their parents' ignorance, but I know it's true.

I can understand that. I make no excuses for the people I know who just don't get it— maybe I'm näive, but I keep hoping they'll wake up, at some point. I can't exactly divorce my family. But hey, last night I got my redneck brother to admit that the argument for reparations has some valid points! Baby steps!

It absolutely doesn't: you're so right. One Christmas not long ago, I told my (Fox-watching, old-time-religion-believing) Dad that if anybody was waging a war on Christmas, it was Christians. Seriously, it is impossible to reconcile a celebration of the birth of a poor child who shunned riches all his life with the…

Don't mind me, I'm just choking to death on some gingerbread cookies, watching Kirk Cameron defend materialism in the name of one of the world historical figures most famous for renouncing it.

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.