So you’re basically saying that he’s a human being with problems and not a mythological deity of some sort? Huh...

My fiancee gives me hugs and acts proud of me when I get the kitchen cleaned on my day off. I also suffer from social anxiety and depression so he knows it’s an accomplishment. I will share some of those hugs with you ::internet hugs::

I often am stuck with a “I ain’t got the spoons for this shit” day and I have, on more than one occasion, awarded myself with a fancy coffee or a cookie just for taking a shower or brushing my teeth. Because there was a time in my life where those things didn’t happen for far longer than I’m comfortable revealing…

Okay so I know you were talking about, you know, ‘THE NORMAL’ healthy humans BUTTTTTT...

This is possibly the most humorless thing I’ve read in a while. “#Adulting” is obviously a joke, meant to be taken as such. Most of the time I see it, it’s used by the person saying it to skewer themselves for being childish or lazy, not to garner praise.

I for one, love being a fucking adult. It’s the best. Just the other day I had a nightmare I was back to age 12 and it was horrible.

okay but i finally learned how to fold a fitted sheet and that was a proud moment

Where did you get the idea that commenters here think that killing a child is okay?

Rrright, because posters here are in the “killing your children is ok” camp.

I hope you know that people like you are part of the problem.

Dear Melissa McCarthy:

1. Irish

I will never live the horror of being told these things, but that horror matters.

I’ll say it again: Feminism without intersectionality is just various shades of bigotry.

Seconded. It’s time for her to sit down and let contemporary feminists speak.

Ms. Greer has been a valued voice, but this ongoing transphobia from fellow second-wavers is disappointing and discouraging. Move into the twenty-first century, please.

Trains, you say?

All I know is that one time when I was 14, I was being a total bitch to my mother as we were walking down Oxford St in London. Instead of getting cross and telling me I was being an asshole, my mother (a creature of mirth and magic and farts) proceeded to drop her shopping bags and began to perform a jig. It was a…