The Washington Post reports that under his plea deal, Thicklen served three days and paid a fine of $200. The County will likely appeal the jury’s verdict.

Life is so short, and I should take more advantage of the opportunities that are within my reach now. I feel almost awake, like I need to go and live.

It’s easier if you don’t call them Chris.

Gaslighting is a tactic in which a person or entity, in order to gain more power, makes a victim question their reality.

Always with the “Don’t like it? Leave!” comments but never willing to take their own advice.

For me, the difference is when the relationship starts, and there is a difference between pursuing a 12-year-old and dating someone in their 20s that a person initially met when they were younger, whether it was as their teacher or not. Maybe people find it scandalous, but whatever. But a 20-something-year-old is…

Yes!

It gets surreal sometimes. Like oh, this is an important thing again? Because it’s been just a thing for quite awhile now. Chokers come to mind first.

His words, spoken or badly tweeted, cause people to have death wishes of various types.

Good to know!

After two days of arguments, Judge Jean R. Beaulieu agrees that Karla Homolka may pose a risk to society after she is released. He places several restrictions on her freedom that are to take effect after she is released. They include:

I don’t think routine briefings really exist anymore. They walked out when Obama did, along with whole sentences that make sense and life not looking like the prequel to Idiocracy.

I’m not saying this to be snarky, honestly. Which shade of pink is it, though? The light one?

I know a number of people have commented on his clear hypocrisy, but wait, there’s more:

When I was a kid my mom used to tell me that she knew she had started getting old when people took the same shit that had been around forever, brought it back, and called it a new name and got a whole new generation excited for it.

Ah, good to know. Thanks!

I didn’t even know I wanted this until I saw it.

Trust me, girls will be more impressed with confidence and humor than any extra weight you put on.

Ugh, Nice Guys are the worst. “Oh, I pretended to be your friend to get in your pants and now I’m mad that you think I’m a friend. Now I’m going to be a shithead.”

Let me preface this with, of course, #notallanyonegroup.