Ditto everyone about retiring the term 'bad feminist.' It just sounds like it should be title of a shitty 70's sexploitation film.

Well better the Weiner you do know, than the weiner you don't know...

What soap gets out Jesus?

What you're describing, rationalanimal33, is blind optimism, and you're describing it through a lens of blind cynicism. That can be just as damaging as its counterpart.

History is full of war, rape, and disease not just because it is true, but because it is your focus. Cynics remember slavery, but not the abolitionist…

Read that as "Texas Chainsaw University," which might also indicate "daddy issues."

God I miss the OC. It's been 10 years! 10 years!

sigh. But it's science nerds, never lit nerds.

Being a real nerd means socially awkward, unattractive, painfully shy, weird, maybe smelly etc. These things will never be "cool". Just because the confident, attractive, naturally outgoing and charming kids like superhero movies now doesn't make being an actual "nerd" any different. The nerds of the past retreated…

Once, my little brother (he's 11) told me: "You know, even though they get made fun of, I'd rather be a nerd. Because in the end, they get to do more fun stuff, and that's just better."

And we do it every time! Every generation feels like they were the best and the newer one is awful and the world is going to hell in a hand basket. Every. Time. Life kind of sweeps us up in its confusing beat down and keeps our noses to the grindstone. It takes a younger generation to remind us that it isn't as bad as…

One of my favorite HP quotes is when Dumbledore tells Harry "Youth can not know how age thinks and feels, but old men are guilty, if they forget what it was to be young."

If she's reading fairy tales to a bunch of sheep, she wants more than this provincial life and NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU.

Excellent stuff, thanks Drew. I caught holy hell for posting this picture of my son "reading" my shirt. In fact, one of my wife's friends literally disowned her after seeing this. Guess she wasn't a friend after all.

Ultimately my issue with the concept of "Real Beauty" is that long-legged, super-skinny, blonde and beautiful women do exist. And while Photoshop is bad, the fact is that ads essentially tell us that these blonde amazonians (like my beloved sister) aren't "real" and that they have something to apologize for.

It's almost like they subliminally covered the white pants in periods.

In college I wanted to invent a new style of pants called EXPANDO PANTS. The kind of pants that expand and contract as you eat/lose weight so that you can live your life in peace. We get bloated, we get chubs, we lose weight. WHY do we need three different pants for these separate occasions. I ask you WHY! Plus I hate…

I'm reminded of the wise words of Toby Ziegler: "No one ever looks like Joe McCarthy, sir, that's how they get in the door in the first place."

Get someone to photoshop a neckbeard onto this and I'll agree with you.

Am I weird in that I never really have existential dread/crises/etc.? Like, I don't need to know how life begins, or why we're here, or where we go when we die. I do question things a lot, but more because I just like to know things, rather than any desire to deeply understand existence (if that makes sense). I just…

How about bullshit spellings? My boss' kids names are Bryce and Broq (Brock). Yeah, fucking stupid.