Not really getting where the hate for Gervais is coming from. To me he remains a great example of the comedian who always punches up and never punches down.

I would have thought Colonel Sanders would be a breast man.

This is only tangentially a food story, but it ends up in a Starbucks, so there you go.

I will preface this by saying: I know and understand why it’s not the same thing, BUT: Germans play English people play Italians play Danes. It’s not reserved to just PoC. I have a huge problem when white actors play minority roles (though I understand that it usually happens because the white actor is a “name”, it’s…

Person put on spot - does not look good.

YoSup is correct. The NYT used to use apostrophes with decades (1950’s), for example.

It’s totally correct, both uses used to be quite common, although the no-apostrophe version has been becoming increasingly more common over the last 4 decades or so, and most influential style guides favor That version. It’s similar to how “U.S.” is becoming increasingly disfavored relative to “US”.

For those people who don’t have an encyclopedic memory of BCO stories, here’s Dustin Hucks’ breadstick story.

Because the American public is too stupid to understand how research works?

Wow! You sure read that 75 page lawsuit fast! Weird how you missed the multiple parts where they’ve specifically sued CMP for fraud and, as key parts of their lawsuit that they will be required to prove, accuse CMP of, in technical terms, “making shit up.”

I hate to be that person, but bonobos and chimps are apes, not monkeys. Science, I dig it.

My apologies in advance for the long backstory, but it is necessary to fully understand the horrible-ness of the situation. I live in a tiny apartment in New York with my wife and son, which, ever since our son has gotten the ability to walk and talk and whatnot already made sex a fairly covert affair (the window of…

I rather assumed there was alcohol involved. I meant the actual logistics, like, how do you push/fold/squash/press something with the consistency of a hacky sack into something else with the consistency of, well, an ammo press.

Scene- My bedroom, 2 AM, after a bottle and a half of wine.
Players (In a theatre sense, not like, a gross way to say ‘lovers’ or whatever)- My husband and also my me.

We were young, early 20’s, shitty on wine, having laugh sex, where we sort of clumsily bounced around the bedroom, laughing and not totally putting all…

I took that the wroooong way at first.