I was going to type this in the body of the post but since Pissing Contest is about ~*discussion*~ I figured I'd just put it here:

There are so many gems in the Clooney reunion piece. This one from his aunt is really cute:

This is so surreal. I've been working with Ross on some nonprofit projects as of late, and he couldn't be a nicer guy. That child meant the world to him, and he is in absolute hell right now. Please send thoughts of sympathy to him and his family.

I feel like having to live with the guilt of having killed your own child is punishment enough.

1. He thought that people were secretly communicating with him. It's safe to say he's not neurotypical.

Every time I think of James Wolk now I think of this.

And a character in 'The Color Purple.'

Last night I was walking the dog and passed a beautiful jasmine hedge. I thought "Those flowers would have looked so much better if they were like this" - shiny dark greens mixed with lots of pretty, delicate flowers. It would have been so much more dramatic and a nice backdrop to the dress. Why I think these things…

taylor drinks whiskey sours? she strikes me as more of a white wine spritzer kind of gal hashtag gender stereotypes

Colin Firth is a god damn national treasure. England, you should be very proud of yourself.

The things the 90s has over the other decades is that nothing fit well. Every decade has its share of ugly clothing, but at least you can say the ugly patterns of the 60s/70s were mostly form-fitted, the 80s were either skin tight or deliberately loose. The 90s was just straight-legged jeans and too-big tops and none…

"Consider all the roles you'll have played, from guest to sister to bridesmaid to maid of honor to friend to colleague to date to person who has no idea why she's been invited..."

It's been argued that the mid-90's marked the first time that so many Americans stopped giving a fuck about what they wore.

That's just the 80s, though, without big hair.

This makes me glad to be over 35. Also, the fact that I know how to have both a phone conversation and an in-person conversation (eye contact is important, kids), and that I was able to experience real hip hop. Oh, and that I give less fucks with each year.

I'm not putting any pictures up here, but my dad was fantastic and an incredible feminist. He was mostly a stay at home dad who never seemed to think that role emasculated him. He hoped to have daughters instead of sons; he had three of us. He raised us to care more about our accomplishments than about our looks or…

I'm in France and I'm drunk on wine and I just figured out how to change the country settings on my computer so I can finally watch OITNB on Netflix! I think this calls for some more wine. And cheese. It's only 12:54 AM here.

Not excusing the dispatcher's douche-ery, but man that job must suck. You are always dealing with people at what is most likely the worst time in their life and you have to interrogate them with enough speed to get them the assistance they need.

That being said. If you've reached the point that you can no longer give…