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I’m not saying we are all muscle-bound rather than fat. I just don’t think height/weight BMI is as universally helpful as doctors would like to believe it is. It doesn’t account for different body types, doesn’t account for athleticism, doesn’t account for a host of other factors.

BMI, as calculated by the height/weight ratio, is almost completely useless. An athlete with a lot of muscle mass will show up as overweight.

I can’t wait until the last scene of episode one where Daenerys pulls off her mask and reveals she was Jon Snow the whole time.

I’m Latina (Mexican-American) and never know which race box to check. I don’t look white or Native American or black. I’m café-au-lait colored with freckles, very dark brown hair and eyes, and a “Roman” schnoz. Anyone else in this boat? Please advise, smart people of Jezebel.

I just kind of assumed all the characters were being put up there dead or alive.

Thank you, Madeleine.

I don’t think a couple necessarily deserves to sit together, but I’m gonna throw in an EVEN if it means you have to move to a middle seat (and I know YOU woke up at 5am to check in so you’re a GOD AMONG MEN WHO SHOULDNT HAVE TO MOVE) if you see a mother and 2 kids like slogging onto the plane late, your whole stupid

I was once in the window seat of a row of three. There was a gentleman in the aisle seat. As the boarding process ended, it became clear that the middle seat was to remain blissfully empty and I felt immediate relief, until the gentleman picked himself up, scooted over, and started to lower his ass into the vacant

I think it's like a dog whistle. You can't hear it above a certain iq.

I’m more uncomfortable with the arm tattoo staring...just staring at me from behind the shirt. No joke, it’s giving me goosebumps (and not the exciting kind, either).

No one in their right mind would sign up (with) Bill Cosby for any business, or appoint Max Clifford as their publicist, so how the FUCK can Richardson still be in business?!

I still don’t understand how guys walk around all day with stuff clanging around between their legs.

I forgot what I was looking at after a while. It was kind of like when you repeat a word until it loses all meaning.

Heres a link to the wiki page but the above video and excerpts from it pretty much explain it just as well. Its kind of a subculture that rose from the internet that includes those who feel that they have been born as the wrong species entirely, this includes not only animals but mythical beings as well. There is art,

TOPPINGS??? is it a sundae?

I had this jacket in 4th grade. Everyone made fun of me.

Everyone’s mom had this sweater.

Disappeared hitch hiking in the Pacific Northwest in 1980.

My mom definitely had this sweater.