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I would assume that's part of it. The rate of homelessness for queer youth is also extremely high which both drags down the average income for LGBT people across the board, and also means that those youths grow up to be poor adults because dragging oneself out of homelessness is very difficult. Moreover, the majority

Juries all over America are biased against sex workers. There's a link in the article to this effect. Singling out Texas is probably not necessary, but is factually accurate. I hardly think it's the most important takeaway from the article.

Because he's pointing a gun at them in order to steal their property. That's a viable threat to their lives. The escort pocketed some money and tried to walk out of the man's apartment. That is not a viable threat to his life. Do you honestly not see the difference between these two cases?

I agree with this entirely. Although the problems with River especially have made me see Amy's story as a bit icky, in retrospect.

Whether or not the Doctor or Clara know what's happening in that moment, it's intended to be clear to the viewer. Not only can you see from the credits that the mom in the playground scene is indeed Clara's mom in other episodes, but the trope comes up frequently enough that the viewer is primed to notice. That said,

I may be mistaken, but I'm fairly sure that we see the little girl's parents and they're the same actors who played Clara's parents in the meet-cute flashback.

If you haven't watched Elementary, I highly recommend it. The cases on Sherlock are better written, but Elementary does far better by its characters. Their take on Irene Adler is excellent and a wonderful counterpoint to the schlock that was BBC's Irene.

I really hate this trope and find it increasingly creepy every time Moffat uses it. Oh, Amy has been obsessed with the Doctor since childhood? Cool, excellent, they should be BFFs forever! (Well, until she dies). Oh hey, River has been obsessed with the doctor since childhood, and even her birth was because of the

I can't help but wonder if this is wishful thinking. I really cannot imagine Moffat picking anyone but a vaguely unattractive, quirky white dude. That said, I am really not looking forward to more of the same and sincerely hope they pick a MOC (let's be realistic; it ain't going to be a woman). Perhaps enough of the

I would only approve of this idea if they somehow ret-conned it so that Oswin Oswald became the Doctor. She was great, but Clara has been really poorly written. Which only goes to prove that Moffat is incapable of maintaining a well-written female character for more than two episodes at a time. Seriously, I've felt so

I'm with you sister. I feel like that Jay Z song should be rewritten for lesbians: I got 99 problems, but a dude ain't one?

Shit, they should make this a program on college campuses as well. They're notorious for spreading communicable diseases and, as a debt-ridden graduate student, I can wash me some hands.

My dad is a nurse and will readily attest to this—those people don't wash their hands (or use gloves) as often as they should. Moreover, anecdata indicates that medical professionals are stupidly likely to smoke (seriously, have you ever seen a hospital without a cluster of doctors and nurses smokin' it up across the

Man alive, is anyone else alarmed by how young these teens look? I guess I'm officially an old, but I don't remember looking so damn young when I was 14.

Spelling is a useful skill, in and of itself. The ability to spell lots and lots of different words at a competitive level is probably taking a useful skill to unnecessary height, but that's the nature of basically any competition (being fit and coordinated is a good skill to have, but sports competitions are not

That may be an issue of dumb vanity sizing, but is equally likely an issue of poorly made, non-quality controlled clothing. I have two pairs of jeans from Lucky that are the exact same style and size, but fit completely differently. One, you know, fits and the other is so small that I can barely button them. I find it

I would watch that porn.

I have no idea what my first CD was (and let's be real, it was probably actually a first tape cassette), but Jagged Little Pill was my first concert. In retrospect, I was much too young (not even in the double digits), but that's the joy of having a parent with poor judgement.

I... I want one. So I can use it two or three times and then forget the locket in a drawer somewhere, just like a real diary.

I'm with you. Screw you guys, I'm taking my Humanities degree and going home.