Carson. Halfway through the battle you notice him standing in the corner, his back to the action, tearing off pieces of the fan and eating them one by one, an expression of serene bemusement on his face.

Right?!?! Once you see it, you can’t unsee it.

Ben Carson: Toss-up between a pebble, a hammer, or this thing.

Ugh, the average joe thing. My only explanation for that is that conservatives tend to have a faith-leaning mindset, where the more you argue with them factually, the more they plug their ears and revert to what they believe should be true. So it makes sense that conservatives in particular don’t want an “intellectual…

Pre-fucking-cisely.If you’re gonna get followed in a store, it’s not gonna be by someone who took the time to parse whether you’re black from Zimbabwe or black from next door.

We are all thinking way too small here. The real question is: would you sleep with Donald Trump in exchange for all of his money and all of his delegates?

This is what every single dictator’s home would look like if they had Trump’s money. They're all just a bunch of pricks with massive inferiority complexes.

1. What the super fuck?

Greed, fraud, dishonesty, arrogance. These are just some of the ways we describe Wall Street.

Very off topic, but: I’m surprised to see him using “tod@s” and wondering whether I should be surprised. Is gender neutrality becoming that commonplace among Spanish speakers that someone who didn’t even have a FB account is using it? I’d also love to know how a native Spanish speaker would read that phrase aloud: do…

I freaking loved Hanoi. I was just stunned by it. Glad you are having fun (and sorry you are sick)!

OMG THAT LAST ONE I CAN’T! How are we supposed to have another president after this? What even is the point?

Beautiful!

Seconding what Poodletime said. A friend of mine went through nearly 5 months of intense postpartum depression without telling anyone what was happening. Once we found out, people were setting up visitation schedules, weekly phone calls, play dates, gift baskets, the works.

My mom started drinking in her 20s and didn’t stop until she was in her mid-forties. She tried and failed repeatedly. Then she tried again one more time.

In 2012 I read two blog posts in rapid succession that catapulted me from “bright curious person” into “rabid feminist”. The first was Kate Harding’s Schrodinger’s Rapist and the second was a pair of “creeper” letters on Captain Awkward.

Honestly, stories like yours give me hope, because I’ve been single so long I can barely fathom meeting anyone who hits the checkboxes you describe.

Thank you!!! That made my night! :)

There’s really nothing about this comment I would change. Not a damn thing. You are a shining star, with your Obama baby video and your delicious tuna salad (SERIOUSLY FEED ME) and your yoga pants and your excellent taste in TV-versus-people.