Also condescending is people who start their comment with, "Ummm, ok". Whenever I see that, I just stop reading because I know that commenter is more interested in putting people down than having a good conversation.

That was exactly my thought...economy seating. Her knees were crammed up against the seat-back.

I hated that book, even as a child. My mother loved it and thought it was sweet. And when I got older I realized that one of the reasons I hated that book was that the boy/man felt entitled to take everything until there was nothing left. It's kind of an allegory for the colossal clusterfuck we've made of the…

According to this Catholic scholar, the Church does not abhor the death penalty.

A-freacking-men! I grew up in Catholicism. That's where I learned that the sin of being born a woman exceeds almost any other sin you can commit. This is only slightly hyperbolic.

So the Catholic Church is against Capital Punishment? And acting in self-defense? And war? I don't think so. They are fine with killing. What they are not fine with is people taking their destiny into their own hands, without the Church's intercession. They very much want to be in charge.

Getting fat is one of the best things that ever happened to me. Not kidding.

That's really hurtful.

I don't think that's hate-watching. Hate-watching isn't passive, at least, when I do it it isn't.

#notallhatewatch

As I said in a different thread, I loved TNG but I hate-watched the fuck out of Deanna Troi. Useless character!!! Now, her mother was awesome.

Maybe you don't understand hate-watching, then. Because when I hate-watch something, I fucking hate it. But I enjoy hating it.

Star Trek: TNG...I loved it from the beginning, but I hate-watched WITHIN the show. I hated Troy so much. So. Much. I hated her hairstyles and her weird outfits and her useless dialogue.

I want to buy this, but I can't seem to. Where can I buy it?

I'm trying to put together my Malory Archer costume; grey sheath dress with white belt and shoes. Grey bolero jacket with white trim. and whisky glass with cutting insults and demands for sex.

My boss sometimes answers the phone with, "Sal's Pizza". He's the manager of a condo building. I laugh.

Yes. As I've gotten older. Hard to explain why, but I just feel like they're better. Healthier.

Happy Birthday, little devil!

I also grew up in Eastern Pa, Berks County, and we didn't have a name for the night but we called it "Raiding". Now that I look back at it, I realize that the adults were in full cahoots, but when I was a teenager I thought it was deliciously devilish. Here's the way it went...

I don't know why, but I cry with joy every time I see Mo'ne. Maybe it's because she's tough and fierce but totally nonchalant about it. She's just herself and it's awesome. It's like she never learned to hide her light under a bushel, never faked being less than she is so that she wouldn't intimidate people.