I think he was about 11 or 12.

Unrelated to the topic at hand, but my brother got sent to the principal’s office for insisting that dry ice was frozen carbon dioxide, not, as the teacher would have them believe, water ice cubes that had been wiped down with a paper towel.

She looks positively ghoulish in that first one.

Exactly.

“As I watched, the Queen got the corgis to sit in a semi-circle around her, and then fed them one by one, in order of seniority. The others just sat and patiently waited their turn.”

I’m sorry, but I don’t think asking women to risk their personal safety so that you can feel better is really fair.

Because sometimes, when you ask them to stop, it provokes them further and sometimes, that can get really scary.

My husband is the same way. Sometimes he gets really sweaty in the night and I’ll reach over for a cuddle or something and then recoil in horror because he is so gooey.

I told my husband the same thing. I doubt very much that he ever would cheat - he’s just too much of a homebody, but I also know how the world works and if he slips up one night, I’d rather not go through dealing with it. It sounds too painful and exhausting.

I agree and I just end up keeping my mouth shut and feeling like I’m going crazy when fellow non-religous liberals start spouting off about how great the current pope is. He’s still the fucking pope.

None of the above! Soup plates!

I think a lot of these transphobic bigots have zero idea about what transgender people look like. They honestly believe that transgender people just look like people in drag and that they will be able to “tell” when one of them tries to use a toilet. Then of course the bigots will have the subsequent glee of being…

...but nothing you said is true in any sense...?

True.

My thoughts too. I cringed.

I tried to watch the first one because my stupid roommate told me it was really funny and I was also accused of being a snob for not thinking it looked funny. So, I drank some beer, smoked some pot, sat down with some people to watch it and then fell asleep.

Consent is exactly why I never force my daughter to kiss or hug people when she doesn’t want to. I will never ever understand forcing physical affection on small children.

First thing that popped up in my fb feed this morning was a middle school classmate of mine lamenting Beyonce’s decision to be blond. She wrote: “I love this woman, I think she is strong, beautiful, and intelligent. Here comes the but: why does she (like Michael Jackson) deny her heritage? Come on woman, don’t be…

My college boyfriend put Ferrari stickers on his ancient Honda Accord’s doors and scrawled “FERRARI” across the back using house paint. Then at a party we were at some girl, in all seriousness, said to him “Oh >you’re< the Ferrari guy. Why did you paint all over the back? Seems like a bad thing to do to such a nice…