—Besides, short guys have every right to be furious that they’re not being selected because of their height—

—For a man to openly reject a woman because he found her fat would be social suicide.—

You know what? I liked Garden State and I kind of loved the soundtrack. You know what else I liked? (500) Days of Summer.

One of the best pieces I’ve read on Kinja in months/years.

I should probably admit right now that I am fat myself. I’m barely 5′1″ and 135 pounds and wear a size 6 and a 34DD

Yeahhhh, it is never a good idea to include someone who hates your fiance — and called you up to tell you! — in your wedding party. You’re, like, triple-dog daring them to keep their mouth shut through a lot of celebrating and task mastering. I don’t care what facade she’s putting up now, there’s a better chance than…

A couple of those examples (say, how the slaves brought important knowledge) seem less like attempts at making slavery into a positive thing, and more of a very clumsy attempt to document some kind of... agency or personhood for people who are often only depicted as helpless, faceless, no-impact victims.

Doesn’t she? Like a badly-trussed turkey. Like a sweaty, half-cooked Lincolnshire sausage. Like a quenelle of foie gras that’s fallen behind the sideboard and been forgotten for two months. I could go on with the unfortunate food metaphors for quite some time, but I’m actually going to go die now so I never have to…

Nothing is funnier than hearing men talk about something they know nothing about. “No, no bro, I swear, she had, like sextuple D’s!” Sure, bro. Sure.

Huh. Being surrounded by sea lions is usually a bad thing...

Finally, a headline I can believe in. For me, I wish there were more cold macaroni salad sides.

Brutaler.

I just can’t resist the urge to ruin your WHOLE DAY, soooo.... The other day I went on Facebook, and a friend of my fiance’s had posted a link to their Bed Bath and Beyond registry — along with a status explaining that they couldn’t invite all their loved ones to the wedding, but that they would be so grateful if…

like rummaging around a cupboard full of gak

I’m going on a trip soon with three other women, and the general plan is to get one room and share the queen sized beds. I don’t have the money to do this, but I really just want to get my own damn room. I like my friends, but I’m too old to share the bed with them.

Crashing in a hotel room with multiple people I barely know to save money.

The dreaded birthday dinner. I’m done with showing up at a fancy-ish place during their busiest shift of the week and waiting for a table for 12 (Or is it 14? Did Beth say she was coming or not? And I’m not sure when Brendan’s flight gets in, I think his phone is off???) only to get split into two tables for 5 and 7…

A team of medical students were inside dissecting a corpse; spying the children, a student named John Hicks took the body’s arm and waved it out the window at the boy, telling them that it belonged to his deceased mother.