I got so excited until I realized the article was written by Rita Skeeter. I love Rita, but she's not exactly going to give me real insight into my favorite people. :(

Let's just all remember to take Rita Skeeter with a grain of salt. She is known for writing things that aren't necessarily true. Everyone is posting that Ron is balding now; when I read that, in my mind I imagined him constantly asking Hermione if it's true, while unconsciously touching his head. Also, there is NO WAY…

Yeah, I think that doesn't reflect what he meant and it paints him to be a jerk. That's not what he said, and I think he is a cool dude.

Exactly! It seems like a pretty well-worn trope that strong black women invariably have their femininity attacked. No surprise that this is playing well with the Tea People.

On a late summer/early fall evening, I was getting ready for bed in my dorm room in Australia, where I was studying abroad.

White South African lecturing African-Americans about what is and isn't racist.

Gosh, it must be hard for you as a white South African, lo these many years. You've had a real struggle.

No, racism does not work both ways. Prejudice works both ways. But not racism. We're going to do math again, okay?

Well, firstly, LYSISTRATA.

Sure. You can throw that statistic that says more often than not it is male dominated, but that doesn't diminish the fact that women fit these roles, as well.

"I kept thinking, what if my kids had eaten it?"

You'd have had to go back to Sonic, or at least hit the 7Eleven...3, maybe four times that evening.

with actual pie at the end! Brilliant!

This is a dumb (creepy) idea. If they're trying to raise money for MathCounts why not host a Pi Run (3.14 mi)? Much nerdier and therefore intrinsically better.

I would buy the shit out of these. And as a fan of all the female GI Joes, I would have been all over these as a kid. YUP YUP.

I had a similar experience. I Googled an ex, and it turned up a news story about his dad (Same Name, Sr.) being arrested for fraud. It turned it to this weird secret I had, and I never knew how to bring it up. And then when Ex was being vague about his family, I could fill in the blanks in a way that really wasn't…

Hey, man. I went to those public schools in DC, and I'm pretty sure most of us could find India on a map. Hell, I had three classmates who were named India.

TRACK pants!!!

Oh, no, what if you went to Target? She'd never find you again!

As a Bostonian, I would pay double the normal coffee price to go to a place with laughing, singing baristas. Wait, no, triple. People would form crowds on the sidewalk, staring in through the glass in awe and wonder like zoo patrons watching a baby panda.

"I prefer my baristas sullen and brooding, preferably about the shit wages and cut hours they receive. None shall have fun on my watch!"