I did pretty much the same thing. I was really shaken up by it.

I have a playlist of boisterous silly cotton candy music videos I watch when I’m sad and I Really Like You is the queen of that playlist.

SHE REALLY WAS and I both lament and love that they re-dubbed this most perfect reaction to the chompy metal piston things:

“Guy, you HAVE a last name.”
“DO I????”

“I cannot get over the fact that these exploration teams don’t operate with some kind of helmet protocol...”

THANK YOU. Did they even READ War of the Worlds? The Martians got taken out by the sniffles.

Gonna let my man Guy Fleegman take this one:

WHOOF we got another one! This one’s brand-spankin’-new, right out of Wired’s latest issue—guest-edited by this guy right heeeeere:

I vote we just make this a thread of Barack Obama Working It In Nice Clothes.

Sometimes I listen to this song imagining Barack Obama will sing it to us in January and then I have to stop doing any activity that requires me to function

“I doubt you know who she is”? Reese Witherspoon got an Oscar nomination for depicting Strayed, who you basically couldn’t ESCAPE between 2012 and 2014. If Burners has this strong of an opinion about McCandless, I’m pretty sure (s)he (? sorry, I don’t know which pronoun to use here!) knows who Strayed is.

I’ve been stalked by someone for nearly 10 years now. The guy has been arrested at least three times for three totally different charges—failure to appear in court, trespassing (not on my property, thankfully), and possession of child pornography—and has even been bold enough to tweet about how he’s not allowed to use…

We tried intelligent conversation. It was called a “filibuster” and the Republicans wiped their asses with it.

Sit-ins were an essential reason why the civil rights movement of the 1960s succeeded, and John Lewis was one of the men who made it happen. So you can stop talking now.

Me: “NO TORMUND CAN’T DIE HE HASN’T BONED BRIENNE YET”

*truly

A couple years ago, This American Life did an INTENSE piece on pedophiles who are trying not to be pedophiles anymore—basically, they interviewed a guy (who changed his name for the story, obviously) who’s the head of a support group for... well, I don’t want to say RECOVERING pedophiles, because according to this…

I’m not even really here for the story; I just came to say that I hope science gets a good look at this dude’s skull after he dies, and that they share the photos.

I’m a 34B and my tits are firm and awesome af and I’m pretty sure would look bangin’ in this thing BUT. The ONLY way I’d wear this in public is if it came with a matching thigh holster for the fucking knives I’d have to use to slash fingers off the sweaty, grabby bro hands because NONE of those assholes understand…

#NeverForget

I can’t weigh in at all on the black culture part of this piece, since I’m white af, don’t live in Chicago, and don’t follow much of Spike Lee’s work.

I am an ignorant childfree person who has read a lot about how borked the system is, and who is completely on the side of the parents here, but who always finds myself asking this every time I read one of these stories:

Why do parents not factor this issue in before deciding whether to have children? Part of what puts…

Minaj was absolutely right to shut Grigoriadis down as swiftly and completely as she did, but I feel like I want to give Grigoriadis a LITTLE credit for accepting the necessity of Minaj’s judgment: