I hated watermelon when I was little. Fought and fought over eating it, but my mom wasn’t allowed to have it when she was little (long story involving my grandfather being pinned down in a rotting watermelon field by enemy planes), so she thought everyone must adore it. I HATED it. Told her it made my eyes hurt, and…

Shout out for Service Merchandise, the place that existed almost solely for wedding registry purchases!

This feels totally cool if you’re having only a wedding registry and this is basically taking the place of the gifts people would bring to the weddding, to me. Basically you’re saying, “don’t give us cash, give us the dumb stuff we want for fun.” I’ve had friends, though, who’ve gotten married after more than a decade…

TBH, I’m more willing to accept a housewarming registry than a wedding registry for a couple that’s lived together for a decade.  Like, what, you want me to get you NEW towels?  You’re 35 years old and have two kids together, get your own damn towels.

I got Ted from Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure. WTF?

“Okay, so your soulmate is a little goofy, but he’s also destined to save the world with his music so — quite the catch you got!”

Or maybe just that they should use some of the billions they’re getting on training rather than on literal tanks and other bullshit so they can play Rambo.

So, my nephew had a hamster when he was maybe 10? It disappeared. My sister figured one of the dogs ate it, or it died somewhere (gross) but whatever. My nephew, though, insisted he heard it inside the walls. He’d swear he heard it scrabbling about. He even made holes in his walls to try to get to it, and made my…

Hahaha. This reminds me of my dog, Max (may he rest in peace), who I saw standing at the doorwall a few weeks after I’d adopted him, with a... leaf? dangling from his mouth? The goofball! He stared at me like he was expecting some sort of reaction. I stared back. He did the canine version of a shrug, walked a few feet…

I’ve been pulled over maybe 5 times in 30 years, and three of them have invovled the officer suggesting I could avoid the ticket if I’d just “be nice.”

It makes me wonder if any women who’ve ever been pulled over for speeding have NOT had the experience of an officer suggesting they could avoid a ticket by “helping an officer out” — on your knees or your back.

You just made me cheer out loud. I work with someone who is constantly using the term “infer” incorrectly. It makes me insane. He’s even worse about it, though, using it as an active verb.  “Can you take a look and infer the details here.”  Honestly he uses it in such random ways I’m not even sure what he imagines the…

Julianne, happy to discuss the journalistic details of this if you are free.

I’m pretty basic when it comes to chicken salad... my key is high quality, slow roasted chicken, but I do add celery for the crunch... though the chicken remains the major player, and I always shred, never cut. The one thing I definitely always do is add a pop of cayenne pepper.

No.  Hard pass.  :)

It shocks me that the spouses of officers even dare to pretend that there isn’t special treatment. Every spouse of an officer has a sticker in their rear window of the union, because it means they can do ANYTHING they want and they won’t be ticketed for a road violation.

I talked to a therapist once who told me that the problem is that there isn’t any real psychiatric support for officers to help keep their moral compass aligned. Basically, they see so many bad things, day after day, they start thinking that nothing they do can POSSIBLY compare. So little by little, one entitlement…

I think what you’re seeing is the effect of his pands being puckered because of his hand in his pocket.

On the contrary. 

More than that.. as I said on another thread, he has his hands deep in his pants pockets as he’s kneeling on that man’s neck.  I have no doubt he was fondling himself and literally getting off on the fact that he was murdering a black man in public. 

While that police officer is rubbing one out, no less.  He was killing that man while his hands were wrist-deep in his pockets.  That isn’t the usual stance when you have a ‘dangerous’ person you’re holding onto.  That psychopath was LITERALLY getting off on his power trip.