Dog has good instincts though. “Here’s a man that talks a lot about steaks but doesn’t actually have any” thinks Dog. Trust dogs!

I cannot wait. Shine on, you beautiful diamond.

I’m Canadian. I voted for the Liberals. I like Trudeau.

Some of his ideas were so intense that he had to come and whisper them in my ear, to protect his little brother from having his mind irrevocably blown.
Adorable.

The title doesn’t fit her though. She is only African on her father’s side. Her mother is French. Meanwhile, she was born and raised in France.

She was talking about Kim K, not the model.

Pretty sure the OP is talking about Kim K

This is so blown out of proportion! I had Chipotle LAST week and it was delicious.

Maybe we can ask Hillary, can the people affected by the countries we’ve given weapons to also sue?

Or, OR Fulton and McBath are adults and are chosing to support a candidate based on their experiences.

I was a virgin until I was 29. I was waiting for the right person- and I didn't meet him until later in life. It happens. Not that I hate on anyone who has sex sooner- sex is a personal decision and you should be able to do it whenever you want without people judging you.

think about it

What bothers me is that she had extremely risky surgery and will have to take anti-rejection drugs for the rest of her life to treat a non-life threatening condition. I’m trying really hard to suspend judgement, but this seems so strange to me. The life of a transplant patient is not easy (see above re: tons of drugs…

Rot in jail, you fucking useless filth.

But can I talk about race with other white people? Like can I try to explain to my white, ignorant friends how disproportionate the numbers are of black unarmed people getting killed vs. white unarmed people by cops? Or am I just supposed to shut up completely about race?

Ooh, the oppression Olympics. I’m sure this will be a useful discussion.

...and here come the comments which both completely prove the point of the article and justify its existence!

The last thing I want when I’m depressed and don’t want to go anywhere is for someone to come into MY space with soup and company, no matter how delicious the soup or how charming the company. When I want to be alone, that’s just what I want: aloneness.

Step 1. Don’t.