Aww man Teairra Marie....brings me back to the days when I would (white girl) lurk on Concrete Loop and Crunk and Disorderly.

I posted this earlier, but it's always "1/16th Cherokee". If you're going to fake genealogy to cover your racist tracks, at least vary it.

If you've ever noticed it's always "1/16th Cherokee*", aka probably the only tribe they've ever heard of and just far enough back in their genealogy that no one will bother to check.

I was all set to get upset about the poor fish when I realized...clearly they're fake. Slow on the uptake, I am.

As a semi-WASPy white lady, I assure you, it will. We're incapable of burying the hatchet.

Don't care, still want to pretend it made the doggies' day.

Not sure how true this is, but I once heard that the search dogs were becoming depressed when they weren't finding anyone alive. Supposedly, the (human) rescue workers started hiding in the rubble so the dogs could feel like they saved someone.

Here's what I don't understand about this argument: what about the kids that already exist?

A couple years ago, I went back and re-read my Livejournal from my senior year of high school, when I was going through a serious bout of depression. Yikes.

I have a friend who goes by "J. Erik". When he graduated Harvard medical school, a major typo listed him as "Jerk [last name]"

Agreed. Hate hate hate the Ichabbie shippers.

Just do what I do with my mother: start screaming "HEY YOU KNOW WHAT WE HAVEN'T TALKED ABOUT YET? THE WEATHER! HOW 'BOUT THAT WEATHER?!?!"

waving both hands in the air like I just don't care (except I do because oh dead god the guilt)

I'm convinced one of the reasons I became a teacher was for the school supplies.

I'm not qualified to provide a socio-political analysis, so I'll deconstruct it through a pop-culture lens. Both the song and video suffer from the unforgivable crime of being incredibly boring. The send-ups and commentary in the video have been done before and to much greater degrees of success (Pink's "Stupid Girls"…

I'm going to quote myself from the John Oliver post: "I know I should be focused on his well-developed commentary but I just want that man in my pants."

Every time I watch his show, I know I should be impressed with his well-developed commentary,but all I can think is "I want that man in my pants."

does that come in 28-year old sizes? Asking for a...friend.

Where the hell was this when I was marathon training? I almost cried after a 23-miler because all I wanted was a pizza-cake and no one in my running club understood that.

Please, if anything, Hades is the misunderstood Sassy Gay Friend