I’ll be receptive to that analogy when 1) feet become regular carriers of samonella (or any other internal disease) AND 2) I eat off my feet.

Her conclusion, “Not judging,” sounds a helluva a lot like “no offense,” when said before something offensive.

I can only imagine what the flight attendant was thinking when they had to explain to this guy that his doll wasn’t a real person and he shouldn’t have put her name and birth date on a plane ticket. That is a rough way to start your work day.

Fucking asshole

I’m not sure I like the song, but I’m also not sure why the coach is equating having a higher belt-range with being a better singer. Just because you can sing higher notes louder doesn’t make you objectively sing better than someone with a different range/timbre. Signed, a Bitter Contralto.

As a child of 1980's MTV, I love this song.

I know this is a thing a lot of people do, but this is so spot on. I can hear it in his voice.

Elbow right to the face! Well done.

He makes me so angry. He’s not a “prankster” as he fancies himself. It’s not clever to grab unsuspecting women. And it doesn’t matter that she’s surrounded by people; the natural reaction is fear for her safety. I really wish her security had knocked him out.

That asshole that assaulted Gigi Hadid is not a fan, just another entitled harrasser. I hope they arrest that asshole.

I like a woman who knows when to start throwing bows. Go Gigi!

If he’s so fucking brilliant, why doesn’t he know better than to rape women?

That was exactly what I thought about her outfit! Why did they let her wear that and why did she?

Here’s the loop I get:

24 hours doesn’t seem like an alarmingly long time to stay inside. My neighbors would be calling the police on me during every Law & Order marathon

I feel like this is sort of its own subgenre, along with Drop Dead Diva and Samantha Who.

Please don’t donate all of my money to things I enjoy while I am in my last year of life rather than to the thing I spent my entire rest of my lifetime doing.

Dude, if I were the poor sister I would tell bride sister to absolutely take rich sister’s money. Then we could split the cash to go do something awesome just the two of us. And if we’re feeling bitchy we could plaster pics all over Facebook of our great time together. We could even tag mean sister like, “Without Mary…

Yeah, that’s not the argument. The analogy would work if the cop let 50 speed demons, who all coincidentally happened to be white, fly by, and suddenly decided change policy and enforce speeding laws when Mr. Driving While Black came into view. And in the that case, you best believe that it is right to raise a stink…