Nice hair, fuckbucket. You make my skin crawl.

Agreed. I wouldn’t get my job back if I used hate speech, why should these millionaires? The real injustice is that now they’ll probably some boring-ass white dude the hosting job. What a fucking travesty.

Priority should be to the victims. In this case, the LGBTQ community should decide if and when they ever hear from him again. Refusing to apologize for clearly hateful speech is a major strike against him. And personally, to forgive the male supervisors who punched, grabbed and taunted me at work is not possible. We…

Hey, at least he gave you the idea for his perfect Christmas present. https://goo.gl/images/MahvYJ

Well, I was trying to eat dinner while reading this and I nearly rage-vomited while shoveling my food down. This makes me livid. Why wouldn’t we call the cops on this woman? From where I stand, this is intimidation and harassment. She was accosting them while they had their backs turned - that is very aggressive. It…

And yet, somehow, this organization became the most well-funded, voice of animals across the world. Not Friends of Animals (who are normal). Not the Humane Society. Not Alley Cat Allies.

They should have rolled him in on a baby stroller. 

Former veterinary nurse here. (Now Biologist). Listen, PETA is right that animals can’t speak for themselves. Which ironically, is why that nutbag Ingrid Newkirk gets away with these dumb campaigns. I’ve spoken to folks on the ground at PETA. They are right about animal welfare and the science behind it. Sadly, their…

Try a London Fog Latte. You’ll never drink coffee again.

Maya, I’m in the greys here and not sure if you’ll see this comment, so my first one will be short. I don’t have much advice for your dilemma. But I’m a former veterinary nurse and shelter worker, and cat expert. I think what you are doing is absolutely the right thing. Sometimes fate steps in, and for good reason. I…

Respectfully disagree with supporting restaurants that force staff to work on one of the few days of the year they may get to see their loved ones.

Here, have some hip hop. From Australia!

So I’m working as a trail guide in 2013 when my car died. I’m addicted to the runner’s high; so even though I could catch a bus to work, I still had to borrow my husband’s car to go running (at a trail around the lake where there’s no dogs allowed and I get to jog in peace generally). So texts to my husband began as…