I dunno man, Nov. 12 over here and I kinda hate the double assault of birthday/Christmas presents, especially now that I’m an adult and I just buy myself shit that I want. Not close enough to Christmas to get lumped together, but close enough so that it’s hard to fill up your Amazon wishlist with enough shit to carry…

Yeah I mean they sell a $10 version of this in every souvinier store in a beach town.

It’s fine for people to be down with the elf, and I’m sure a little holiday tradition like this would have captured my imagination as a kid. But I think it started to catch backlash dude to social media saturation though. Just like anything that gets over-posted about, it will start to catch some flack. I feel a…

Holiday Barbie was my shit. Grandma got me that hook-up every Christmas y’all!

As a person who worked at a newspaper for almost a decade, no, it’s not. Newspapers are big about standardized rules. Including the address with crime reports is one of them. If you’re mad about the publication of the address that’s one thing — newspapers tend to err on the side of overreporting publically available…

Not debating the ethics of this in this particular situation, but just so you know, your address is part of the public record created when you’re arrested (for anything) and is available to everyone. Newspapers routinely publish addresses when they publish arrest records/write about crime. At my former newspaper, we…

I mean, it would suck to have your address published, but you should probably know that your address is part of your public record when you are arrested. Newspapers routinely publish arrest records. We published addresses of arrested people at my former newspaper of employment because it helped distinguish, when…

This story is one of my favorite political profiles in awhile, in that it paints Ted Cruz as the human equivalent of a sad trombone noise. I think the last line poetically sums it up:

—which includes Bill Hader and Gemaine Clement—

My dad wasn’t divorced, but hot dogaroni was definitely the go-to “mom’s working late tonight” meal. If he was feeling fancy he’d microwave a couple of Hillshire Farm sausages in place of the turkey franks.

28 was the one that really bothered me. I was like OH SHIT my 20s are really winding down now the end of youth is nigh! The early 30s are kinda blending together and I know enough still-struggling adults that I feel reasonably put together. I might hit another panic button around 37-38.

As a woman graced by her parents with the porniest name with the porniest spelling (Nikki, I was named after some popular soap opera character in the 80s) I promise it hasn’t held me back in life. Although, now I’m a little concerned that my dad and other men are rifling though a mental card catalog of porn stars…

We’re out there. I hate extreme roller coasters but I enjoy the fantasy escapism of theme parks and cartoons. Disney is about the only name in the game under those parameters, unless I wanna watch a sad whale swim around for a few hours.

Facebook is the best/worst thing to ever happen to small town politics. It used to be you had to go to a poorly-attended, super boring city council meeting to listen to the inflated racist idiots you elected to city council without knowing much about. Now they just put that shit on blast for all the internet. You…

I haven’t. I started watching around late 2001, when I was just entering college/political investment and from what I understand that was when show really hit its stride. I’m not begging for Jon Stewert to come back. He was pretty obviously over it by the end. And I’m sure there’s a possibility that Trevor Noah will…

Yeah, he bothers me. I can watch The Daily Show just because it mostly retained its format and the correspondants are still funny. But Trevor Noah completely robs the show of any gravitas due to his frat boy sense of humor and the shit-eating mugging he does after almost every joke. I used to watch The Daily Show with…

My sister keeps talking about getting my mom and dad Cards Against Humanity for Christmas but I am PRETTY sure my family is too white and repressed for this to be a good idea.

I was a reporter for years and spent a lot of time waiting for meetings and press events to start. I feel this man. Thankfully I worked with a reporter, so the worst I had to contend with was bored photojournalists trying to get “candid” shots of me while I doodled in my notebook or stared blankly at things.

That looks awesome. I have a body pillow, normally also considered a thing for prenant ladies, but I love it and I can’t sleep without hugging it to death every night. It used to make my ex so annoyed that I hated cuddling him (too hot!) but would instead fall asleep every night peacefully snuggling with a man-sized…

My God, who is even left?