Maybe it's because I'm a new mother and I'm taking this all very seriously, but can we *not* (even gallows-humorishly) call recently deceased INFANTS "fuckers." Please.

It just seemed wrong to not look at them—to toss them in like they never existed, like it was easier to pretend they were medical waste, hardly worth a second thought.

A long, long time avo my baby died.in utero. Your excellent piece of writing made me cry, yet feel at peace with letting the hospital cremate her. After 32 years, I finally know what happened to her and I am at peace with it. Thank you for thus.

You know, I skimmed this and it seems well written and I'm sure it's good (can't really delve in because triggers) but that headline can GO FUCK ITSELF. My god, completely ridiculous.

It's really tiresome to have first graders wander into adult conversation to tell us all about what a word really means by reciting the truncated definition that came off the spelling assignment for the week. There's actually an alternative word to homophobia that better captures the issue presented, but the fact that…

I bartended in college and once threw out an off-duty police officer who was harassing me. I didn't realize he was a cop until I cut him off and told him to leave, and he announced it. At that point, the bouncer refused to aid me (he was usually a great guy, but he was afraid to piss off a cop) so I stormed upstairs…

We were in a family-friendly restaurant, around 6:30pm, and I was wearing a loose-fitting, long sleeve shirt, jeans, and no makeup...so I'm not sure where the confusion arose as to what kind of service you were being provided.

This feels like one of those "wrong because we say so" things like smoking pot or gays getting married. Have you considered that the wrongness you feel when you see another person quaffing drawn butter to actually be the wings of your mind beating against a the cage of prejudice and suspicion you have built around it?…

Oh no. Noooooo. Not preggers. I hate that word so god damn much. It's right up there with hubby.

Once upon a time, my partner and I were in a steak restaurant in France.

Oh, honey, oh, no...that's so sad and cute. I can just picture you in your jaunty little skipper's hat, captain of the SS Shrimptacular.

when I was a little kid I ordered the shrimp boat while out with my parents. I was so excited. A shrimp boat all to myself. I had plans with that boat. It would sail across the seas in that boat. Imagine my disappointment when it was just a lot of shrimp. Of course I was like 7 at the time.

When I worked at Olive Garden, I had a couple complain that their wine tasted like rotten fruit.

while i completely agree with your point, you can ask this question in the comment thread of the original story (helpfully linked in the post above). I think we should try to focus on the utter grace, dignity, and maturity of these kids. Let's face it, the more click-baity stories all over the internet have the…

My guess is asshole parents who want to brag about how their kid shot an Uzi in "my kid is cooler than your kid"-pissing contests

Judy Garland would never dress like a slob on an airplane. Even Liza puts her nice velour on.

"Visible Ass Crack Festival" just makes me think of home.

Fondly,
a native West Virginian

If I have to sit on a seat built for a capuchin monkey, terrified to recline it lest I get stabbed, you bet I'm wearing sweats. I'd wear a toga if I had one.

$800? Sheeiiit, when I go on vacation, I stay only at places that are willing to barter a night's stay for some lentils.

Fifty-dollar motel rooms rock. The proximity to meth, discount hookers and truck-stop food alone makes them a screaming deal. Also, the parking-lot gunfire is an effective wake-up call.