If I owned a Saturn Ion I would try to kill it too.

I would also add that “brake checking” is completely legal, while tailgating is often ticketed as “wreckless driving.” And yet we are scoffing at the law abiding citizen and feeling sympathetic for the aggressive dumbass? Clearly I don’t belong with this group of readers...

MTA workers are in a great union with great benefits and high pay. I kind of hate how everyone assumes people in blue collar jobs are uneducated.

Who says she’s uneducated? She works for the MTA. I know a lot of people who went to college and work blue collar jobs. Also, what’s wrong with working a blue collar job? Both my parents worked blue collar jobs. I agree it would be great to see a black scientist. Maybe we will see a few in the movie who aren’t…

I WANT TO BE HIS FRIEND AND GIVE HIM HUGS!!! HE’S SO MUCH BETTER THAN HE THINKS HE IS!!!

Its what I say to my BF after period sex.

It’s just whispering “kill me.”

Those “spare tires” on the Yaris WERE the factory steel wheels

Microwaving prosciutto is a crime and I won’t have it in my house.

Or, you could do what I did, which was go to the doc for the official blood test, because I wanted to be pregnant but it would’ve been too early for the pee stick to tell. Went to Vegas with my husband the weekend before he was deploying to Afghanistan for six months, and either wanted to know and be happy, or drink…

That Stevie Wonder isn’t actually blind.

What I’m trying to say is WHAT IF THOSE DEAD SPOUSES NEVER LEFT THE HOUSE

Can we just turn it into a horror movie, please

I fuckin loved Full House. Loved it. I have the seasons on DVD and watch it religiously when it was on television.

But even this, to me....it feels....wrong? Like a really surreal nightmare where everything seems normal but there’s just something...not right.

There’s something evil in that house.

what the hell can Sony do but either put a firewall between Kesha and Dr. Luke or sit there being terrible and looking worse

You don’t need to defend Hitler, this isn’t the hill to die on.

This reminds me, my husband didn’t know what Flowers in the Attic was about and chose to watch it last weekend when I was out of town. He reported back that he hasn’t been this emotionally disturbed since Blue Lagoon.

Pfft. My husband’s been telling me “it has to go down your throat” for years. Don’t listen to them...

Once stuff is even a little questionable, I just won’t eat it. I could just throw it away once it reaches that threshold, but no. I have to let it hang out until it’s green and fuzzy, so I don’t feel guilty pitching it in the compost/disposal.

No joke. The 24S exit off of 93S gives me white knuckles every time I go past it, and that's pretty much every day. It's basically Thunderdome.

I suspect that when I am pregnant, I will spend quite a bit of time scolding strangers who suddenly treat my body like it is public property. And yet, it seems necessary. If everyone just smiles and bears it, like this article suggests we should, folks won't get the feedback needed to realize that they should keep…