No desire whatsoever to have sex with the guy— especially not now that he’s got ‘TR**P’ emblazoned on his ass; I can’t think of anything much less sexy than that— but I do have a fond memory of the time I lost my balance on the curb and nearly got creamed by a car; the Naked Cowboy grabbed me by the arm before I could…

The way I see it, the T/P platform could be boiled down to ‘I am going to take this lead pipe and shatter your kneecaps. I am also going to take this lead pipe and break the ribs of those other people over there.’ People— from all walks of life; I’m not spitting on any one segment of the population— liked the second…

A lot of people are offended by the ‘One of these days’ threats... and I’ll admit that they make me uncomfortable as well. I’m not a particular Honeymooners fan, and I can pretty much guarantee that this remake will be a reeking pit of stupidity, which is to say, it’ll be a half-hour sitcom on network TV.

Speaking only for myself, I watched the show because I had a crush on Uncle Jesse that could have been detected from *space.*

A lot of people are referencing the jump-scare in Aliens or the fall in Die Hard. Shock. Fear. Or perhaps only surprise; I seriously doubt that Alan Rickman thought the director was actually going to kill him.

Should it be either? The original term is already plural; its rodentS of unusual size. I know that Buttercup pluralizes it... but brains weren’t exactly her strong suit.

This is the ‘anti-pc’ argument writ large. Making fun of people with disabilities ought to be okay! Using outdated and offensive terminology and waving your arms about like a third-grader needs to be okay, or else you’re being cruelly silenced and therefore *you* are the one being oppressed! Oh, heavens to Murgitroyd,…

No, I get it— it seems problematic on first glance, but I do see the logic. We can’t be too safe, really. We should ban tee shirts, too; you never know what people could be hiding under there. And certainly, someone could smuggle a grenade in their speedos. Better ban those too. If we really think it through, wearing…

It happens everywhere. Whether or not they can use the excuse of customer appeal, it happens. I did a stint at a pharma company; (I know, I know, but I was young and I needed the money, all right?) I worked in the mailroom. My job involved sorting envelopes and moving heavy objects; I never left the room and there was…

Why is Mar-A-Lago even a talking point? He allowed Jews and persons of color the privilege of paying his ridiculous prices to join his club. Okay. Great. He was *not* being actively racist and segregationist. Good for him; have a lollipop.

Yeah, I did one. Trying to break into publishing, which was my first mistake. I worked there from 8 to 2, was jerked around to the point of abuse, then took the bus back to my retail job which was 4 to midnight, and was more or less in a constant state of exhaustion and misery. It was a long year, and my reward at the…

They missed the point, I think. Isn’t Rocky *supposed* to be cheap and bizarre? I mean, the original film looks like it was made on a budget of five bucks and a ham sandwich. The script pulls plot twists out of its garter-belted posterior like a cross between a Choose Your Own Adventure book and a nightmare. It not…

I remember a convo I had with a very dear friend of the family, who was more or less a third grandmother to me and my brother (except for that whole ‘genetics’ thing.) We were in the art museum, I did the whole point-and-giggle at the naked statues, and she calmly explained that for thousands of years, people had…

Oh, but they do! The bits they like, anyhow. That second amendment is just lovely, wouldn’t you say? Some of the... er... ‘later’ amendments, maybe not so much, but we can just pretend those didn’t happen, can’t we.

Oops; that was careless of me. No insult intended! But it is interesting how Biblical motifs got recycled, isn’t it? That’s hardly the only instance of the same basic story being told in multiple contexts. It really fascinates me.

You’re conflating two different stories. Lot’s daughters (who were not actually sent into the street, not that it really matters,) were part of the story of Sodom and Gomorrah, destruction of sinful cities full of terrible people, not like us, blah blah blah, we’re the virtuous ones.

Wait— are these nitwits serious? They choose to go on this asinine program, ride their fifteen minutes of fame, play up the the cameras, and then have the nerve to bitch that the media attention makes their lives difficult? At what point does the irony become too much even for reality tv?

If we’re talking about designer clothing, I’m fairly certain that they weren’t designed for *people*, period.

Anyone else getting the impression that WE THE PEOPLE are the only three words of the document she’s actually read and/or comprehended?

No, the seniority thing is totally possible. My last job, I was there for seven years and still had the lowest seniority— nobody ever left and no one was ever hired. My current job, it’s been five years, and ditto. And seniority means a lot, especially where days off are concerned.