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You should follow her on Twitter; she’s @dodaistewart - and she’s still writing wonderful stuff over at fusion.net.

You should follow her on Twitter; she’s @dodaistewart - and she’s still writing wonderful stuff over at fusion.net.

An animal-abusing mime? Wow. I thought *I’d* made some bad choices.

I want AMOROUS cats to pee in their hair. I have a feeling that’d be worse.

Not sure how typical this is, but I got into tech PR (not gaming, but related) after about ten years as a journalist, first salaried and later freelance. I’d done a lot of work online, which was pretty uncommon in writers like me when I started in PR.

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This is a 1975 ad from the UK for...shampoo. And you thought Herbal Essences ads were a bit risque.

I’m from the UK, but I do a lot of business in the US - all over the country. I’m lucky enough to work with my husband, so when we can we take the opportunity to take a couple of days (or more) out to drive between locations and make a roadtrip of it, rather than flying.

The Pew Research Center and other polling bodies control their results for that kind of bias. But I guess that since *you* don’t agree with them, they must be talking out of their asses.

I’d be fascinated to learn just how many of us posting here under ambiguous names and with non-girly-looking avatars are actually women. Sometimes I feel that posting on Kotaku is like shouting into a bucket of boys, but then I realise that a goodly proportion of other people on here are doing exactly what I do.

Absolutely - 39 years old right here, been playing games forever, and I never, ever, ever use the mic.

I’ve had a crush on that man (and his dancing) for the last 35 years. Such masculine grace. Excuse me. I’ve gone a little wobbly thinking about it.

Never, ever share a picture of a pedicure you’re proud of on social media. I only had to do it once to learn my lesson.

This is amazing. It’s so quotably bad. I’ve been trying to pull out the worst bit of writing in there, but there’s just so much to choose from.

Hugs and love to you from a lady you don’t know in England. And you’re absolutely right. Somebody I loved killed himself about ten years ago. He committed suicide. He did it with purpose. Suicide did not happen to him.

My engagement ring saved my finger a few months back, shortly after our tenth anniversary, when a very heavy wind slammed a metal door on my hand. The ring was squashed so flat it had to be cut off, but the general agreement in the hospital was that I could well have lost the finger if there hadn’t been three small,

The wonderful Gene Kelly’s last movie. God, that man was FABULOUS.

You deserve ALL THE STARS. That’s a work of art, that is.

Once was quite enough. But thank you.

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Just enduringly awful, and impossible to suspend disbelief around. I wish to god they’d re-release the non-enhanced versions of the movies that we watched when we were kids; I have SERIOUS difficulty watching the new ones without throwing things at the TV.

Aaaaaagh! AAaaaaagh! HOW? HOW can you stand it?