I’ve never heard a better description than impotent rage. Thank you. My husband will soon be giving a presentation on the psychological challenges faced by adolescent boys (and their consequences) and I think he should borrow that phrase.

You know what I’ve been amazed by? How pervasive some of this shit is. And the biggest problem is it’s heavily populated by teenagers. When I was a teenager I was pretty sure that I knew everything and the world was completely black or white—and I was very judgmental about it. I outgrew that. But these folks are in…

After the Caitlyn Jenner/Glamour brew haha from yesterday, I’m starting to think these types of people set up Google alerts about their troll topics and go running to put in their two cents when something about it comes up.

Wow, I’m shocked! A commenter with the username “bonerchat” blames the organizers’ obscenely dismissive lack-of-response to these panelists’ requests for security on the assumption that the panelists were being “annoying” about it. Ugh, these bitches and their annoying insistence on their personal safety—amirite?!

There were cassette tapes in 2007?? I’m amazed.

Can I recommend that you just go for the Aunt and skip the Mom altogether? My mother’s “mom-ing” stopped the moment I was safely out of her uterus. If it weren’t for the assortment of Aunts (literal and figurative) in my life, I’d be totally screwed. Aunts have all the wisdom and love of the average (normal) mother,…

Auntie’s here, would love to help!

So many times my husband and I have said “we need a grown up” My mom is legit crazy and his has early on-set Alzheimer’s. No useful dad’s either :( . Like I would totally rent this lady to tell me what to do/ how to feel when my kindergartner got sent to the principles office first week of school!

I have often wanted to offer myself as mom when I see how certain kids are treated by their family. I find it utterly heartbreaking when parents don’t accept and love their own children. I wouldn’t charge though, and I make a lot of dirty jokes. But I offer great hugs and back scratches.

He’s just pretending to be dense, so that no one asks him to do laundry.

I don’t speak to my mum and I would totally want a rental mum.

How much of a person fail am I if this sounds kind of appealing? Because my mom is NOT THE ONE to go to for problems in my life.

I wanted to live in that bedroom at first but now I don't

That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Lambies to the rescue!

It’s not all sleep paralysis. some of it’s carbon monoxide poisoning. Or Aliens, ghosts, or demons.

So excited for all the comments announcing that every supernatural experience is just “Sleep paralysis” (ETA: yes, I know sleep paralysis is real. I’ve experienced it. It just cracks me up that those comments pop up on every ghost/alien/ghoul sighting post)

OH HELL NO.

Over the summer I took my son and his friend on a ride at the local fair. My son has Down syndrome, which is relevant to the story in that he doesn’t have the sort of fantastical imagination of his peers. Said differently, he doesn’t make shit up. As we were sitting waiting for the attendant to buckle everyone in my…