Steve got louder, angrier, and had access to a time machine.

Everyone knows Owen Wilson says wow a lot. What this article presupposes is… maybe they don't?

I might be overly generous in my memory too, but I think you're onto something. I recall a lot of "Uh-oh! The girls want to play ballerina! What will these totally hetero dads do?" gags, but the solution was usually "they dress up as ballerinas too and have a good time." The dads were always game for whatever girly…

That's Rlyeh for you. Always has it in for the nice blonde people, always giving preference to the mutated fish gods instead.

The best explanation for this show's appeal I've found was the one fullhousereviewed.com offered: it's a show about three wacky father figures who dote on every need and whim of three little girls. I can vouch, as a former little girl viewer, that this tapped into some wish-fulfillment fantasy that explained why I…

Right? Imagine, the sequel to a trilogy that hinged on teamwork, friendship and the redemptive power of familial bonds including those same dynamics between women. Fucking feminazis.

All the excerpts I've read are stilted, paternalistic, and shallow. By the standards of Contemporary Christian fiction it's excellent.

Why would they come to our concert just to boo us?

And I just now realized that joke was about the dog and not the people. That's… less dark, but it makes a lot more sense.

Its story becomes heartbreakingly bleak when you realize all that scripture quoting only masks the pain of being a sentient entity capable of fully feeling devotion to the Christian God while cognizant that its lack of a soul means it will never experience that God's love in return. It can only spit scriptures out…

Here's to wasted youths, then! Though I'm pretty sure the CC drama is the reason I started watching Buffy and Blackadder as a teenager. So at least one good thing came out of her clusterfuckery.

To be fair, her fanfic didn't really plagiarize Harry Potter. It would have been too easy to catch if she had, given that it was Harry Potter fanfiction.

If the context was that I was beating someone as they wept and screamed that they hated me and were fighting with all their strength to get away from me, and I was so very aroused by their pain that it was all I could do not to force myself onto their struggling, wounded body? It actually would be fair to say that I…

In the book, he plainly says that he was so turned on by beating her (as she cried and begged him to stop) that he had trouble resisting turning her over and fucking her then and there. He doesn't need to say the word "rape" for the implication to be clear.

I enjoyed the book. It's not memorably great writing, but it's a compelling expose of a con artist in a bizarre subculture, and like most stories in that vein, the biggest jolts come from just how brazen the hoaxster is at every turn: in a wine world where the number of identifiable, drinkable wines older than 300…

It's funny. I hated Hubbard while reading his chapters in Going Clear. His serial abuse and emotional terrorism of the women in his life was horror-story creepy to me (attacking his teenage bride in her sleep because he just knew she was dreaming about cheating on him, for a minor example), but there's no question…

You are a gentleman and a scholar.

The garage? Hey fellas, the garage!

Why, one might reasonably ask, would anyone start making a movie about something as mundane as a Facebook relationship?

They're meeting us halfway, you stupid hippies!