If the ghost of Jimi Hendrix comes to you tonight and says Auld Lang Syne is indeed corny as fuck, then what will you do?

Ani DiFranco apologists are simpletons.

Yes. It's just that she, her participants and many of her fans didn't care.

Even better, her fandom who are either disingenuous, or who think their feminist icon is so fucking stupid, that we need to hold Ani's hand and help her figure out how not to be a racially insensitive asshole.

I expect nothing but excuse making from DiFranco apologists.

Yours seems like a post of typical feminist apologia for racism, so I guess it all balances out then.

Peace out then!

Go home Ani, you're drunk.

Right now, today, she can go fuck herself. She's not sorry. She did NOT apologize. She took her fucking toys and went home.

Alright Mama Joyce, That's enough.

Those complaints about the USPS are bought and paid for by none other that UPS and FedEx, who want to squelch affordable government competition. In their version of the free market, you can pay politicians and the President (cough, Bush) to badmouth the competition, any organizations that protect government employees…

From one poor shopper to another, I understand. But that's still a risk you take at the eleventh hour. Especially during the holiday/crappy weather season. I consider myself lucky that I was able to go in stores and do my limited shopping (for kids only) on the 23rd. Sending gifts long distance does put people in a…

But but, I thought UPS was supposed to save us from the tyranny of the United States Postal Service because no gubmint could possibly do anything better than the private sector. At least, that's what all those Libertarians and Republicans who hate ObamaMail keep telling me. And also too, Freedom!

1. 13 year old girl.

Samantha and Felicity had the best furniture and accessories.

Oh, but I wish that were true.

They pass this sickness on to their children before they die off. The next generation is just a little better at hiding it in public.

God I'm glad my parents are Boomers and not Gen Xers. Childhood was a blast!

You do realize that many of us were born of parents who managed to deal with us on Post-Sleepover Saturday (or Sunday), and didn't have a complete emotional meltdown because we might be tired little assholes. It's called taking a Flintstones vitamin and going back to bed when you get home. And it's good prep for…

Parents ruin everything.