Let them take their guns. Then lock all the doors and announce that the place has been infiltrated by undercover Muslims, Mexicans and women seeking abortions. Let the games begin!

In my twenties, I was hospitalized with kidney stones and sedated for a procedure to try to remove them. I remember waking up briefly and feeling someone holding my foot against his crotch and rubbing it against his erection. I had no idea who it was, but I knew with absolute certainty that it happened.

Poor Peter Brant. Must suck to have a billionaire father and supermodel mom and still have to fly in the same airspace as plebeians. No wonder he got shitfaced.

Your rant perfectly articulated my feelings about this asshole. It’s a mystery to me how anyone can support this summa cum laude graduate of Sarah Palin’s School of Incomprehensible Verbal Diarrhea. This morning’s terrorist attack in Brussels will no doubt send his poll numbers sky high. He has zero self awareness—or…

Thanks so much. The experience gave me insight into how awful some people can be—and how great others are. It was gratifying to see so many jump to my defense.

It floored me too. I was upset at first, but then I visited their Facebook pages and it was clear many of them were compensating for their own shortcomings. There were lots of others shouting them down in my defense, so that helped. And Viking deleted their comments and blocked them from their page.

As I read the hateful comments, it was comforting to remember that I won and the bullies didn’t. I love to cook so I was beyond excited when I was notified. It’s really the range of my dreams, and I’m wearing it out!

Even something non-foolish can earn the wrath of the internet. I discovered that when I won a Viking range. Viking posted a congratulatory post on their Facebook page along with my picture. You wouldn’t believe some of the shit people posted. Several “wow, she’s so ugly” comments and lots that were worse than that.…

Could somebody go on over there and check it out for me, then report back here? I’m having a bad day in general so, while my curiosity has certainly been piqued by the headline, I don’t think my emotional well being can handle visiting that site myself.

You obviously don’t get it. All the hateful things he’s saying are jokes, dude. Lighten up! Can’t we joke in America anymore?

I thought this was going to be a post about a concerned father tricking his daughter to teach her a lesson about social media. I thought wrong. Holy shit.

Asshole is an understatement. He even came into the hospital bathroom where I was being violently ill to tell me I was wasting his time. He also said there were people waiting on me to do the colonoscopy, and I was wasting their time too. I was so sick I couldn’t even respond.

Bentyl FTW! It does help most of the time, unless I’m in an extreme Crohns flare.

Are you me? I have Crohns and landed in the hospital a few times with symptoms including extreme nausea. What do they make me do right off the bat? Two bottles of barium contrast plus that gallon of Gatorade you mentioned (for those not familiar with the process, the quantity is not an exaggeration). I had the same…

He knows everything and he knows nothing. He’s a politically expedient shape shifter. My husband and I have a phrase for behavior like Trump’s: We call it stupid on purpose, SOP for short. His bullshit “I only know what’s on the Internet” is SOP in action. It’s infuriating to watch how he manipulates his followers…

Finally, I’ve found my people! No, you’re not the only one. Do you and your husband have the same pact we do: To never, ever, under any circumstances, discuss politics? The one time I violated that was during the 2008 election, and I seriously wondered if we could stay married. That’s because when I asked if he truly,…

Sounds like this video short that scared the shit out of me:

When my brother was six years old, he was running through the living room where our visiting priest and my mom sat chatting. As my brother ran by, my mom reached out and caught him by his arm so he’d stop long enough to say hello. As she pulled him closer to her, he very dramatically flinched, cowered and fell to the…

When I saw this clip the day after the debate, I could not stop laughing. I played it over and over, laughing until I cried. And then I couldn’t stop crying, because what the fuck has happened to American politics?

Thank you for this. I feel like I’ve been given permission to feel less guilty about a bad experience I had with a cat. As an animal lover, I’ve felt guilty for years for not loving him unreservedly.