Hahaha the fisting thing just made me bust out laughing.

Yeah Bunnies! Mine still lives in or near my bed, and I'm a gd adult now. He's lookin pretty rough though; I used to chew on his whiskers and ears as a little kid, and his tail fell off a couple years ago. I sewed it back on with dental floss.

Duuude Animorphs! I just rescued my collection from my dad's house last week when he threatened a purge of my childhood closet. They now sit proudly on my bookshelf, taking up their own whole damn shelf. I plan on bequeathing them to my future grandchildren someday.

I'm pretty sure the only toy I've ever given a major shit about is my stuffed rabbit, equally creatively named Bunny. The flash flood warning siren went off one night last year during this crazy rainstorm and it only took a moment to decide what I cared about enough to take with me if we had to evacuate: laptop,…

Fleeing his bourgeois oppressors (the aunts), James joins forces with the downtrodden proletariat of garden bugs and they quite literally rise up (when they attach seagulls to their giant peach aka their cooperatively run society) as each contributes his or her own labor to the benefit of the group. During a series…

Entirely unnecessary. When I watch Game of Thrones, I watch it while slurping from my giant faux-golden goblet brimming with red wine from a box. Because I am a classy lady and that is what classy ladies do.

I feel like someone should rescue Niall from the band's clutches before his gentle soul is stolen. Like those groups of former porn stars that rescue women from porn. Free Niall!!

Yes! Sandwich some stale Peeps around Easter chocolate and you've got my main dietary staple during late March/April.

"Aren't we the optimist?" is still my absolute favorite ever penis-related comeback! It's weird how often I get to use it in everyday conversation.

True. It definitely changed up the ending if I remember correctly. But damn did it make sense of all the character relationships! Ahh of course, the kid from 3rd Rock (JGL hadn't come into his own yet) is helping Heath Ledger get Julia Stiles because he wants her younger sister and her dad won't let her date! But…

If you meant of the two of us, then yes. 10 Things I Hate About You helped me understand The Taming of the Shrew soooo much better than my underpaid public school teacher ever could have alone. Bonus points: we got to watch it in class! 'Twas considered educational. Whoops, my Shakespeare is showing!

Oh my god, Danny DeVito! I love your work!

I share a birthday with Paris Hilton (also Joseph Gordon-Levitt, so we're clearly meant to be). But that was on the 17th. Betch, everyone knows you can't throw yourself a birthday party 3 weeks late! The cut-off is like a week and a half, tops. Otherwise, gotta wait till next year.

Honestly, I'd think that's pretty normal. My sociology professor was fond of saying that if you grow up swimming around in shit, some of the shit is bound to rub off on you. AKA our racist society and pretty much everyone unwillingly absorbing some of that. What matters is how you consciously deal with your prejudice.

I did that one! I ended up biased against the little fuckers that kept giving me cockroaches, but I was fine with the ones that stole my puppies. I guess I really hated the pics of the cockroaches but was fine with looking at the puppies either way.

Cool, I correlated women and careers and men and family slightly more strongly than women and family and men and careers! Though that's probably just because the idea of having a family right now makes me shudder.

So... Ryan Lochte is definitely brain damaged, right? I mean, he spends a very large portion of his life holding his breath underwater. That can't be good for you.

I didn't like the article's "poor people can't travel/go to good schools" tone, either. And honestly, your rant is my first response a lot of the time. Your post made me take a step back from that and think it over some more, so thanks for that. And for the record, I think it's absolutely admirable what you've done :)

I grew up middling poor with a rich best friend. What I always admired about her was that she didn't flaunt being rich but she wasn't ashamed of it either. She was very matter-of-fact about it. And anytime a little of my own class rage reared it's head I was fully aware that it was my ish to deal with. So, don't lie…

One one hand, yeah. I get that anger with people who look at what you've done and say, for example, like one grown-ass man I met, "Oh, I would have studied abroad too but I couldn't because I was poor". Guy, I did not receive a cent from my family for study abroad or college, I did this myself. I earned scholarships,…