As a resident of Portland, OR, I can tell you that I care neither about Taylor Swift and One Direction nor gluten-free tacos and papYAY mache.

Oh god. Why would you tell me about that site? I have no money, but now I want to buy everything there.

In that case, have a bonus picture from after the bath:

Aw, thanks! (I'm pretty sure Chloe always thinks she's the best thing wherever she is.)

As if being bathed in the kitchen sink isn't horrible enough, to add insult to injury my step-mother uses the soap bubbles to make her dog look like a fawn.

Yeah, I haven't had a lot of luck yet, but my mom and step-dad met there.

Not noticeably, since I was born on the exact same date as Princess Beatrice and haven't even received any royal titles or anything.

WHY DON'T I HAVE A DOG?!

My problem with the mirror test is that it's like calling a fish uncoordinated because it can't climb a tree. We humans mostly use sight as our primary sense, so that's the test we came up with. Dogs, on the other hand, rely more heavily on smell. Until someone comes up with a test involving scent I'm not going to…

Yeah, I don't know where you're from, but in Oregon and California "you guys" can be used to refer to a group of men and/or women, but the singular "guy" definitely is only used to refer to men.

Gah! How could you post that video without an extreme tissue warning?!

Ha! I just made a similar comment on a different thread. Should have kept reading.

On a related note, I'm pretty sure that's a grotesque, not a gargoyle. Gargoyles are the ones at the end of gutters with their mouths (or whatever) as water spouts.

I've heard the "abortion causes school shootings" "argument" more than once, actually, as well as a few more egregious ones that I've blocked out at the moment.

THIS. I'm interning for a Senator, and most of the complaints against VAWA were because of the name, combined with the fact that they clearly didn't read the bill. It's CALLED the Violence Against Women Act, but it's meant to protect all victims of violence.

I spent a semester in Senegal and eventually became marginally competent in speaking and understanding French. It was beyond bizarre to go to Ireland right after that and have roughly the same level of comprehension... with my OWN language.

The "Irradiance" ones remind me of the shoes that the women in the Manchurian nobility in China wore instead of binding their feet:

Little kids like me who watched nothing but Nature, Sesame Street, and Star Trek might.

I don't know, I guess I've seen enough scifi that it just seems odd to me rather than particularly derogatory.

Yeah, one time I accidentally gave no tip when I should have given a giant one to a taxi driver. Since then I always tip outrageously when I take a taxi.