Agreed. Also, fun fact. I found Aaron Burr (Leslie Odom, Jr) on FB and felt compelled to send him an unabashed fan letter because I thought he was just so fucking good and straight up inspiring. He wrote back with the kindest, most humble message giving all thanks to Lin for writing the material. He also said “This is…

You're mostly an OK commenter. The next time you tl;dr a post and then criticize it anyway, you're getting banned.

Maybe they will die of sipphylis or consumption...you know, for the verisimilitude.

So, it’s essentially an extremely dedicated cosplay?

At least she isn’t allowed to vote.

That was exactly my thought! He called an interviewer a bitch AND THEY CONTINUED THE INTERVIEW?!?!? Wha?

Tyga may be “Stimulated,” but his wealth is simulated.

Got one for hubby, he uses it almost every day, makes a egg sandwich to eat on the way to work. And daughter and her friends use it at night when they come back from wherever they’ve been. It’s easy to use, practically doesn’t need cleaning, and after awhile you start throwing whatever leftovers you have in the fridge…

Got one for hubby, he uses it almost every day, makes a egg sandwich to eat on the way to work. And daughter and her…

Yes! I’m 26, and I can’t stand it when my friends pull that shit. Oh, you’re too “old” to stay out past 7pm on a weekend night? No, the correct term is LAME.

I have been known to walk off the karaoke stage and immediately out the door. I love to sing but can only take so much of the other bar patrons.

“Hey, I want to rent this really cool Air B&B two towns away! It has two bedrooms and one bathroom. I’m thinking we can fit 10 people in there, though if some people sleep on the floor...”

A friend of a friend was trying to organize a party at a remote location and proposed this, and got slightly shirty with me when I told her I would pay for my own private room. I feel for people trying to save a few dollars, but no thanks on my own behalf. That is what my credit card exists for.

No.

This. Also, sharing a hotel room with other people (see: the incessant wedding season that is your late 20s) when traveling with my significant other.

Too old to read these comments about how everyone is “too old” in their early fucking twenties.

I slept on an air mattress once when I was about 13 and it slowly deflated in the night, meaning I woke up lying on a flat piece of plastic. I’ve been suspicious of them ever since.

Crashing in a hotel room with multiple people I barely know to save money.

Sleeping on friends’ couches. An air mattress or pull-out couch is cool, but if all you can offer me is your soft, lumpy couch, I’ll get a hotel room.