Yes, I'm sure Ms. Johansson is flattered. Who wouldn't be? "I'd take a life just to stick my dick in you." SWOON

Also, have the legs to pull off a skirt since pants are unacceptable.

While it's been pointed out how sheltered Julianne Hough was growing up, she's an adult now and has been on her own for awhile, yes? And am I really to believe that there is not one person in her private or professional circle who could look at her and say, "Oh, honey. No."? Not one?

Married and three kids. I didn't know either!

It's going to be hilarious when white conservative women, who assume these voting issues don't apply to them because they're white, go to vote and their name doesn't match a printout. I can hear it now: "But my name is First Name, Middle Name, Married Name and not First Name, Maiden Name, Married Name!"

You're not alone in your feelings of discouragement. Let's hug.

It's because no one cares what Boomers are doing with their genitals. Don't they get enough attention as it is? Telling them they can't or shouldn't be doing something is exactly the types of fights they love to have.

Why is Ramona Singer strangling that dog? Is it because it's cuter than she is?

Or they'll just start a volunteer program and hire bored retired people to do work for them like hospitals do.

I refuse to be embarrassed by my bodily functions. In protest of this stupid garment I'm going to go to Sprouts and rip one in the produce section.

I love that gif. How can I not love that gif?

Sometimes, whether I'm driving in traffic or trying to navigate through a grocery store, I think: "Goddamn there are a lot of people everywhere." Will it really hurt humanity to lower our birth rates for awhile?

So did she name it Barnes or Noble?

Is this a surprise? Should I find my Surprised Face and put it on?

I'm not a Duggar! I swear there are only four of us in our family. Pinky swears!

If I'd been a boy, I'd be Jeffrey.

If my mom hadn't gone to school with a Jennifer whom she hated, I'd have been named Jennifer. Instead, I got Julie.

My brother had his own set problems and we're estranged now, but I will always remember the time he took me with him to the gas station with a gas can and taught me how to fill it with gas.

Oh, I guess I can see that. I shouldn't post so quickly when I haven't slept well, my brain doesn't click right. Snark was unintentional but...seems obvious. Hm.

I'm genuinely asking about fiction, because it would be an interesting story to tell. I almost became an archeologist, so I care. But this is io9 so I thought I'd ask. Nevermind.