<sits down, cracks knuckles>

Lab coats aren't tailored, believe it or not.

Hollywood actresses: We need more movies about women and PoC.

10/10, would run Legend of the Hidden Temple with

I generally find these types of shows a bit silly, but this was an amazing display of athleticism. I wouldn't have made it past the first obstacle.

The most common definition is sexual penetration without consent. Legally and in the dictionary.

I'd just like to undermine one thing here— An incredibly negligeable amount of rape accusations are false, researchers put the number between 1.5 percent and 8 percent, while the United States justice department puts it at just two percent. That's for both accusations false or unfounded.

Let that sink in for a…

Sure it is. My childhood was unsupervised. I was basically pushed out the door and told to be home when the street lights came on.

Of course it's okay. We're talking about a 9-year-old, not a 4-year-old.

Anecdotally: My parents let me be outside alone constantly. Sometimes I was not alone: My younger brother, younger sister and I played, unsupervised, in Central Park and Riverside Park for hours and hours, days and days in a row. We were also deposited in the Museum of Natural History while my parents went to…

I don't understand how this is neglect. She's 9, not 3. She's in fourth grade. Didn't we play alone outside in parks when we were 9? Without cell phones, even? Home for dinner at dark, that kind of thing? And we think it's better to put this girl in foster care than let her play in a nearby park with a cell phone?

Jesus Christ. When I was a kid during the summer, the only time I saw my parents was when I came home for dinner. We'd play outside, unsupervised for WEEKS! Fucking busy bodies need go find a hobby.

I just re-read Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing (so I could discuss it with my 8 year-old who was reading it), and that kid went to Central Park with a friend and his little brother Fudge (who was, like, 2), without an adult. The book was based on Judy Blume's experiences as a parent in the 70s.

What's really upsetting about this story is that it's happening at the same time as reproductive rights restrictions. So: Don't have an abortion, don't have access to birth control, but once you have that kid, child care? You're on your own.

Wow… my sister and I often played at the local park all day during the summer while my parents worked while growing up. We had a neighbour who we would go to for lunch, band-aids and bathroom breaks, but otherwise we happily played in the sun with all the other kids. It was great, and I have never once felt like my…

Kids these days...

That's why I got the Galaxy - "water" resistant.

Unless you have some sort of lovecraftian horror lurking in your pants I dare say most would compare you favourably to these things. You are better than a silicone dog cock, my friend.