My crazy aunt who lives in Florida will have you know she is too busy getting caught up in multi-level marketing schemes and shacking up with guys who live on houseboats for this sort of bullcrap. She'd also like you to know that she's having a trunk show of the jewelry she has designed herself on her and Bucky's love…

I love how there's absolutely no instruction on the video. It's just her flapping her arms up and down and bouncing along. There are no moves to explain or describe, no rythm or anything to follow. It's simple! Just skip along waving your arms so people think you've gone off your meds and are trying to fly!

"Hi, my name is Camel toe, and I'm here to teach you how to camel toe" is all I got from this.

I read Emma's piece a while back, and while there are aspects of the Juggish life that repel me—STOP TELLING ME TO SHOW YOU MY TITS—all the same, I got the impression that many of these people feel discarded by society and are banding together to find community and belonging. I can both empathize with and respect…

In some small, sad way I do want to make fun of these people. Then I go into Mom-mode, and I just want to stay far, far the fuck away from them.

If this Christer goon knew his bible, he'd know that babies and young children go to heaven (just like all dogs) because they haven't reached the age of accountability, wherein one knows right from wrong and better start lovin' them some Jesus real quick.

I'll start spraying the DDT.

I clicked on this because I thought, "Gee, that name sounds familiar." One of my own state's lovely senators. Goddammit.

I'm a redhead and feel emotional pain every time I read a story with bad science. Anything with a small sample size, dubious conclusions or evolutionary psychology sets it off.