Confusingly, I recall that his mom died after complications from elective cosmetic surgery at an advanced age. Not sure what he's going for there. I'd say it's more of a cautionary tale than a tragic backstory.

That's pretty disturbing, since I have to assume @avclub-e57f718840a576abbb40a7d046c4e3b0:disqus has a fairly hideous imagination.

No.

@The_Guilty_Party:disqus Well, I listen to it at work so I'm doubling up in that respect. Meaning that I don't really give a shit about either.

I listen to Harmontown every week, and even I still don't really give a shit.

Absolutely. I've never been one for online/speed dating but I would definitely go to one of those pheromone parties out of sheer curiosity.

I'm just going to assume that whatever happened prior to the cacophony of edits and retractions in this thread was something that would've made me feel like less of a neanderthal.

I always wonder what the "margin for people fucking with us" is in polls like this.  In my early catholic schooling students were occasionally surveyed to gauge interest in the priesthood (they've been desperate for a long time) and I'm sure they were surprised to discover there was one very enthusiastic Inuit boy in…

Patton Oswalt already suggested Sharknadeux, so we can all just stop before we start.

@avclub-a10e0139fb69e0e5e8e7633b4769e1c6:disqus It's the worst. I'm not trying to say that it is valid or even defensible, but it is a reflex that I do have. 
I was with a group of acquaintances a few weekends ago and since I hadn't been introduced to this FTM guy before and he had a gender neutral name, I pulled a…

@LurkyMcLurkerson:disqus because Florida

Just yesterday I set Cherub Rock as the second of my three constantly rotating AM alarms.

I've been working here for over three years now. About fifteen minutes ago, a coworker made me laugh out loud for the first time. Ever.  So I'm about due for my quarterly existential crisis.

I honestly can somewhat sympathize with @avclub-af8127a980a98471f696a5a395b9088d:disqus.  Trans people (particularly pre-op) compose the only area of sexual identity that can cause me to routinely stumble over my own tongue.

Rochester's Attic

In college I surprised one of my friends mid-hangry rant with angel food cake and ice cream. She literally teared up and hugged me for about a full minute.

Of course people can interact without meeting and derive some joy or emotional connection out of that interaction, but I can't get past my feeling that people of any era (I'm 26) who are/were convinced of their love in such a situation are/were deluding themselves.

Best I can do before noon is Butt Hurt Lane, because I've been watching a lot of soccer lately and also am 12 years old.

If Red ever says "nuclear wessels" I might have a nerdeurysm.

"Put on your red dress and…cannibal. Hannibal. And so forth."