I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST FOR CAT VIDEOS.

I save my vulvadoodles for dessert, only after I've finished all my nothing burger and stupid lasagna.

That whole video (this is just the intro) is filled with SO MUCH "I Don't Give a Fuck" gif potential.

My aunt likes to tell the story about how one time, when I was 2 or 3, she was taking a walk through the neighborhood with my 4-months-older male cousin and me when I decided to announce loudly to the world that "he has a penis and I have a vagina!" repeatedly. I also once jumped into the pool (around that same age)…

We've always used the proper terms with our kiddo (I'm a biologist, I'm not going to call it a wee-wee or a hoo-haa or whatever). She was then told by other kids she was saying "bad words." Her teacher started to tell her not to say those and she proudly said "My mommy says those are the right words and not to use…

Karen Milton:

Nothing brings us adults more joy than messing with the unsuspecting minds of toddlers! This reminds me of the baby meeting her dad's twin for the first time...

This isn't insane, but still one of my fondest travel memories.

Their hot chocolate is definitely the best. It reminds me of sitting at a rink watching an early morning hockey game.

Seriously, like who cares? What if she doesn't have a daughter? What if she has a daughter and she never gets married/wants to marry/ have a wedding? Why would you make decisions about your present life based on what some hypothetical future person may or may not like?

Ooh, Uber, this isn't to do with the Emmys but hopefully we have your attention for off-topic things too. Albert over at Foodspin ranked the flavours in Neopolitan ice cream thusly:

Hey, don't blame the proofreader! It was the racist caption writer's assholery that got them in this mess.

This is such an important point! When I was a teen (I'm early twenties now, for context) I struggled to fall asleep early, no matter how exhausted I was. I just ended up spending my high school years chronically sleep deprived and depressed. When I got to college and was able to schedule later classes, it was…

There was so MUCH to do! Plus watching MTV2 at midnight was the funnest ever.

High school me would've loved more sleep, but starting school later wasn't going to solve that problem. I took a full load every semester (even my senior year when I only needed 2 1/2 credits to graduate), had cheer practice a few days a week, games at least once a week most of the year, a couple clubs I joined to pad…

Or...you know...don't follow the model of a thoroughly failed state?

Your husband might want to talk to his uncle and see if grandfather has a long-term health insurance policy. For several years, I cared for my grandmother at home and her long-term policy provided visiting nurses and home health aides that came to bathe her, which was a tremendous help to me. The policy also paid out…