This is my basic reaction to the concept of these websites:

There was an episode of Don't Trust the Bitch where James Van Der Beek explained all of the ins and outs of getting the holiday feed-the-poor photo op right. It's very tricky.

Can we talk about the fact that the bacon in that picture up there is shit bacon.

Gawd, I always thought Gerald Posner was smug, but that quote is beyond the pale. He can eat a bag of lightly salted rat dicks for that shit.

IT'S THE FRIENDLIEST BACON!

YOU GO TO HELL. YOU GO TO HELL AND YOU DIE.

I assume you were raised in a middle class family prior to the recession? You can think these are temporary jobs all you want, but go to a store and look at who's helping you. There are some teenagers, but there will be an awful lot of people well into adulthood as well. Those people may want better jobs, but a lot of…

I wanted to write this thread, in part because I wish someone on Jezebel would post another article on body acceptance, and also because I can't stand some of these "her size is soooooo unhealthy" comments. This is an article celebrating someone unique in Hollywood, a black woman, a woman whose body doesn't fit in…

Part of what I love about Gabourey is that she literally shouldn't exist in Hollywood: She is not only an plus-size woman on the larger end of the spectrum, but she's also a dark-skinned African American woman. And she just kicks ass. She's confident and smart and talented and does not give one single fuck about what…

Yes, yes, yes! I'm always amazed when people are offended by the existence of fat people in the media, all existing and whatnot. Another thing- I remember the big concern trolling brouhaha about Christina Aguilera carrying a couple of extra pounds on "The Voice," but no one saying a thing about Cee-lo's weight. Wonder…

To the "concern" trolls posting/malingering in this thread: Please stop pretending to give even the slightest shit about this girl's health. Just stop. No one is buying it.

No, it's a black penis in dickface.

When I was a teenager, my grandmother once tried to explain why interracial marriages were bad. "You don't see a horse and cow together, do you?" And I responded, "No, but I've seen black horses and white horses together." Shut her right up.

Ms. Koch’s dog, Sir William Sugarplum, helped walk her down the aisle.

I just can't say goodbye to my grandmother properly without being enraged at a 17 year old I will never meet. It's what she would have wanted.

I've started calling it "freeze peach" when people misinterpret it like that.