And then right after when he is so very intently sneaking up on the plant? UGGHHHHH.

I feel mightily embarrassed that I, an editor, did not know that word. I am so excited about it.

If it didn't cost 6,000 smackers, I would totally wear the shit out of that ring. What is the point of being a queer lady if I can't wear boobs on my fingers? WHAT, I ASK YOU.

That actually makes a lot of sense and now I want one.

Will you please write The Lindy West Thesaurus? I'm POSITIVE it will replace Roget's in no time.

It's more likely a sign that you have better taste in music and/or celebrities.

THANK YOU.

Nothing good.

Oh god. I hit play for some reason and then abruptly stopped when the first tongue sighting happened. DO NOT WANT.

Where did Daya's belly go?

Also, who the fuck is that opalcat asshat? Asshatting all over the place, not just here. whoa dude.

Awesome. Then I clearly wasn't talking about you.

Aaaaand cue the outrage—outrage!—of some omnivores at being reminded that some of the things they squee over are also some of the things they like to eat.

I don't even know you but I am super happy about your sober time and sending you ALL of the good vibes for continuing to take care of yourself.

Alan Cumming's eyelashes!

I am also a geeky, fantasy-novel reading feminist/academic (well, academically minded), but I can indeed twerk!

It's like we share a brain, dude.

I would just like to say "FUCK ALCOHOLISM" in much the same way as we also say "FUCK CANCER."

I second that emotion.

"Insertable seat belts for old-timey cars. Click it or ticket, Cousin Matthew."