You can both go fuck each other. Far below the feet of people who deal with tragedy by making it about themselves, wallowing in filth, are people like you who offer nothing but more hate. I'll gladly take "thinly veiled narcissism" in the wake of tragedy versus an unrelated rant on a vague beef you have with "some of…

THAT'S IT! That's it exactly.

Also, Nick Offerman. Even if you don't worship at the shrine of his Ron Swanson character, you have to admit that him plus Megan Mullally are a magical force of nature (also that giggle).

I've been all about some Kumail Nanjiani lately, he's replaced John Mulaney as my feel-good comedian du jour. Been revisiting Scrubs lately, and John C. McGinley is such a fantastic actor and good dad/advocate.

In the mean time I may create a text expansion/shortcut that generates a mayday message along with my home address.

I saw Oculus with two friends who'd never seen her in anything before and while I thought her American accent was distracting as heck even they commented that she sounde "off"

Growing up (and continued in my adult life) special occasions were celebrated by not going any where. Especially Mother's Day: After running around all week the last thing my mom wants to do is corral everyone into decent clothes in time to leave the house, drive somewhere, fight for parking and stand around waiting…

Ironclad 'Murican logic: If it obviously involves an egg, it is breakfast. Brazilians and their cold cut sandwiches for breakfast? Weird! Taco or burger with egg? Breakfast.

I have previously compared vaginas to locker rooms at an old outdoor pool: Warm, damp and acidic.

Wasn't this an episode of Scandal?

Obesity, poverty, race and access to health care are inexorably linked in this country. If you know how to control for all those other factors, you should be doing epidemiological research.

I am now imaging someone out in California alone in their modern mansion eating an Amy's frozen dinner with said $650 spoon thinking "Yes, surely this is happiness."

I like the pile aesthetic. It rewards you for being diligent and having a good eye. It doesn't just lay out the perfect outfit for you.

Did you really dream of a large bearded husband as a child? That's pretty badass.

Right? I think most of the specific questions younger me would ask would be related to book series. I'd have to break the bad news that the last two His Dark Materials books will never get film adaptions and that Tad Williams never wrote anything as good as the Otherland series. But she'd be stoked on the Sailor Moon…

One of my greatest accomplishments in life is knowing 12 year old me would think current me is pretty rad. My life goals at 12 were to do good in school, be pretty and well dressed, have a good job and marry a handsome guy -all the stereotypical, gendered markers of success- just so nobody could give me any shit about…

The Jesus I know from illustrated children's books and film seems staunchly anti-pants. I think he'd applaud yoga pants for being a step closer to his pants-free, over-sized white t-shirt with a rope belt style.

Even in the animal kingdom, right? I learned recently that wolf packs don't even have that type of structure.

Ugh, was that Singer? I think he's a butt. His stuff made me think, but he really takes it too far and sees no reason why his theories on paper won't work in the real world (This is my former employer, so of course I am biased: http://www.nytimes.com/2003/02/16/mag…) You hit the nail on the head, you can compare any…

Would it be rude for me to say I want him to be my patronus? Like, I could cast a spell and the spirit of Johnny Weir would just appear and spin kick haters in the face? I feel better just imaging it.