Yeah, and he's not my favorite person by far. But—come on. That's completely ridiculous.

I watched it. It was really uncomfortable to watch. I felt awful for him. Like, come on.

← a chef and yes mayo but also butter. The mayo "breaks" and adds a flavorful coating that crisps nicely and also has that beloved butterness

MARK I AM AN AMERICAN AND I PAY MY TAXES AND VOTE AND YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO FORCE ME TO CONFORM TO YOUR LIBERAL AGENDA.

For his own safety I'm so glad Martin reached out for help to his parents, and that they were so supportive. This is a frightening picture of a descent into depression, and a great illustration of how important our support systems are.

What women want out of their underwear: Lawmakers?

Pfft. I have to go around all year putting on a fake smile in our fucking ALWAYS BE HAPPY AND SMILE nightmare society. Let me have one day where people can at least understand why I'm such a bitter asshole.

Her beginnings were in gospel, in her church. Her mother was a famous gospel singer, Cissy Houston.

What is important to remember is that it is super funny.... .until.....you.are.the.one.who.needs.help. Should I go out in public and chance leaking stool thanks to the unpredictability of digestion? Or stay close to the bathroom at all times. Seriously- it can happen, and thanks to folks surviving colon cancer,…

I have a close friend with a fistula bc of a chronic illness. I get that this is funny on the surface and I hate to be that downer but it's an awful thing to live with and I am sure this would help her a lot versus what she currently does to keep dry and clean.

I'm pretty sure Mirai Nagasu felt that way after Wagner fell twice at the national championship and still made the team and she didn't.

It sucks to be obese on an emotional level, sure.

I usually try to laugh when I tell that story (I mean, I am less than five feet tall, a natural blonde, with a baby face), but as a brand-new professor, it was just heartbreaking. Why shouldn't you assume I'm a professor? At a faculty party?

Thank you for this! This was exactly my same thought when I was reading this. There were plenty of instances where women and minorities were the only one in the class and they got through it just fine.

My jaw dropped when I read that you were asked if you were some professors daughter. Then I remembered that over the years I've been learning Arabic, I have been asked at least 3 times if I was learning because I was dating/married to an Arab man. Two times, it wasn't even asked so much as assumed.

Same here. Heck, my professor (not that I'm saying he was terrible, I adored him) would make a point of me being the only girl in the class (he was proud of it?). Straight up through most of grad school, I was "the girl". I've been asked if I was some other professor's daughter.

Labia little milk and sugar?

not hair, that's for sure!!!