WHY DO I LIKE LINDSAY LOHAN SO MUCH?! I just don't get it. Her recent past is just a collection of everything that makes me roll my eyes so hard, but she has somehow retained this charm. I watched that clip and legit guffawed. Maybe it's cos I just think of Cady Heron when I see her. I really hope this sobriety thing…

If they make Hugh Grant the Doctor, I may be out— He's ok but no. The Doctor should be someone without the weirdo history and ALSO someone slightly unknown for a career launch. You know, someone who deserves a boost and is not already mega famous.

I could probably give my dad flashbacks to forcing me to eat peas once. Only once. In my defense, the upholstery on the dining room chairs was already green. After a little time, you couldn't even tell which one I puked on.

It's really bad enough that Republicans in this state don't understand how clocks and deadlines work; now they're trying to punish a lawful (and prematurely ended) filibuster? Fuck, it was bad enough when my neighbors were voting in people who hated Government, now they're voting people in who don't even understand…

A friend of mine just posted a bitstrip comic on facebook of him sitting at the table, eating ketchup with a spoon. The caption said, "Ketchup for dinner. Because I'm a fucking grown up!"

I eat popcorn topped with melted cheese whenever I'm feeling too lazy to cook. Because I'm an adult. I do what I want, dammit!

This is how I eat when there are no kids in the house. Frosting from the can. Pizza breakfast, lunch, dinner. Wine with everything.

There have definitely been nights where my dinner has been two beers and chocolate, and I turn to my boyfriend, and I'm like, "I'm an adult, goddamnit."

I think my best one was my fifth grade photo: leopard print vest over a black turtle neck (with a flower zipper close), I had just gotten braces and my hair was tightly wound into pig-tail french braids. I also was told to bring my "favorite item" to pose in a second photo: I brought a Redwall book.

I don't know why, but stealing someone's jewels never seems like a real crime to me. I wish I'd been part of the heist. I'm picturing myself in a catsuit (black or silver, I haven't made up my mind) leaping from ledge to ledge with a black velvet pouch full of diamonds.

I think I may have to fight Laura for this honor. Your dad sounds awesome.

Dammit — he's yours. But um, is your dad taken??

They need to let people edit that Recently Watched list. I want people to think I only watch documentaries and cool British shows, not Say Yes to the Dress.

Oh my god, yeah, and he slept in his brother's bed afterwards. That part is awful. That whole episode is just so sad.

The part where the father found out that they were using his slain son's name as a gang name? Oh boy.

See, I am the type who, upon getting this frustrated, just bursts into tears.

Canadian girl here who loves This American Life. And yes, there was a whole lot of ugly crying in this episode. The boy who shot his brother and his relationship with his guidance counsellor made me all blotchy and puffy. Heartbreaking, but incredibly moving.

I scrolled back up to see the two women - you're totally right! It's impossible to look at people that clearly happy and proud and not smile yourself.

Thanks for the rec. It has been on my to-do list for a while but I haven't had a chance to sit and listen.

I am English and listen to This American Life enough that I have a crush on Ira Glass.