It could have been the Jezebel beach house! We could have had parties with cocktails made of male tears (they’re super bitter).

Call me sappy, but weddings just do something to me. It’s so moving to see these two sincere young people declaring their undying love for their heaps of money and attention from strangers.

The chances of this being the case are actually relatively high, given that Washington D.C. has the highest rate of membership of any city (and correspondingly, the hack released over 15,000 .gov or .mil email addresses).

big and carrie are the WORST, both as individuals and as a couple. which I guess makes them pretty perfect for each other?

Amen to that. My husband and I fell in love with each other without realizing it hanging out as friends eating out and walking around Target. No wine, no fine dining. Just us talking to each other and being there for each other. And then one day we realized, there wasn’t anyone else we wanted to spend time with more…

Good relationships are pretty quiet things. They are not spectacular explosions.

So according to this article I’m supposed to go out and find Mad Max?

whoaaa Nellie (see what I did there)

Nine million dollars says this becomes an SVU episode and ten million dollars says I throw myself into the Hudson w a concrete brick tied to my foot when it premiers.

One time I was in London, we went to Tussaud’s. I was expecting more of the US ‘museum’ experience, where exhibits are behind ropes and whatnot.

Ironically, that may be the only reason the drug works in the first place. Hormonal Birth Control kills the libido in many women.

You really missed a chance to use “lesbian” there and have perfect alliteration.

I’d say he should be killed for that lunch but it appears he’s killing himself already. Maybe too slowly though.

So glad to hear it for both the mother and the daughter’s sake. I also hope they stay off the internet for the foreseeable future for their own sakes, because if there’s one person internet trolls can rally around and throw hateballs at, it’s Rosie O’Donnell. I mean I don’t personally care for her, but my god does she…

I feel like neither of those thoughts demonstrate either empathy or compassion for a fellow human being and her family who are, it seems, going through some rough shit. I like a contrarian as much as anyone else, but come on.

Participation trophies— the non-issue that every crank loves to yap about, usually with a heavy dose of “when I was a kid . . . “ The fact is, they just don’t matter much. They hand them out at the end of AYSO soccer and I think Little League, usually when the kids are about 4-9 year old. Along with a cupcake. They…

Oh DEAR GOD. Another memory unleashed, this time from high school — I was with a friend and I needed to buy tampons. I get them, go to the counter, and the cashier is one of my classmates from high school. Like, in ALL my classes. I was mortified. Kudos to me, though — I went through the transaction LIKE A BOSS, and…

It’s so they could incorporate the rabbit.

I was in line at Target once behind a guy buying a pregnancy test. The cashier was so. awkward. It was a little something like “I hope it’s positive! Or, you know, not that you want a kid. If you don’t, I hope it’s negative! Or well, I mean, uhhhh, just, well, good luck, whatever you’re hoping for” while this poor,…

Naughty Mrs. Doubtfire.