The founders were pieces of shit, pretty much without exception, and I have no problem with tearing down every likeness of them ever assembled. But it does not follow that because Confederate statues are coming down, all statues must come down. Even a very small child knows better than that.

I don’t think it’s greyscale as much as it’s her being at least one-sixteenth Gremlin...

In the most recent episode, when the Suicide Squad is heading beyond the wall, I instantly transformed into my mother and said, “Oh, you better not be going out there without hats on!” Wisconsin accent and all.

I love this comment. It’s so whimsically depressing — very Dolorous Edd.

Maybe he knows his world is going to hell and wearing hats won’t matter. I’ve quit hats myself.

Dude these articles get better every week

When Ceresi told Jamie she was pregnant, (she’s totally lying right?) And then Jamie just goes balls deep with her crazy. It was like white democrats telling everyone to give Trump a chance and “Economic Anxiety”

I feel like it sells Ser Davos short to not mention he’s the perfect ideal of what a father should be to a bunch of people who either don’t have fathers or who have shitty ones.

It’s important to say we need a conversation while dismissing the current conversation that POC are having.

I read it because I have come to realize that the best Thrones episodes cannot be ruined, even by spoilers.

It’s almost as if the Democratic Party should’ve supported an actual progressive.

“Honeydew is garbage fruit!”

Alas, I am allergic. It would kill me. But I did indulge a couple of years ago, and immediately shot myself with an EpiPen so I would not die. It was worth it.

It’s like he learned parentheses usage from computer science class instead of English class!

Who.

If you were raised properly, you would know the “ They did it first!” excuse is not accepted from Kindergartners, let alone adult racists.

This is gospel, all of it.

Justin TruSnow

How could they possibly look up to someone different from them?

True story, I dated a guy who lived down the street from the ice cream truck depot in the West Village. Around 5pm, every summer evening, they all roll out as an adorably coordinated sugar-fueled cheer army. The jingles were always delightful because even though they were loud, they just sound like happiness.