Yep. Everything you could ever say about failing as a parent is summed up in this letter.

Counterpoint: as a giant hippie, I also co sleep with my kids and have basically earned four straight years of being kicked in the face at 2AM by one or the other of them for my troubles. I am so tired guys. So very, very tired. These people have the jimmy legs like no tomorrow.

My mom once kicked my brother out of the car in the middle of the Rocky Mountains and told him his crying would attract bears. He also had the good sense to stay put on the side of the road. Sometimes I wonder how we all survived the seventies.

Hi fellow old person from the nineties. Isn’t it kind of nuts sometimes that the person america used to constantly complain about for being a hard left feminazi who would bring us all down with her socialism is now the person America constantly complains about for being too much like Ronald Reagan? Gawd, can this…

I don’t think putting a beer cozy around what appeared to be a Snapple while in Cedar Rapids was really aimed at “the youth.”

Anyone wanna talk about how lazy a nickname “bingo” is? I mean, really, Bingo? That’s the best riff on Bingaman these supposedly creative artistic types could come up with? I don’t know why that particular nugget is bugging me so much, but it is. Bingo. Jesus H Christ.

Yeah, I’m a little confused why he thinks pointing out that they had a toxic relationship that was so bad they had screaming matches in front of their friends is good proof that things could not have escalated once the friends left. If I were Depp, I’d be paying Amber a decent chunk to resolve this divorce stat before…

If my husband smacked me in the face, having some lady time with my close friends the next day is EXACTLY what I’d be doing. This pic is proving practically the opposite of what Johnny thinks it proves.

As long as Henry Rollins is only seen and not heard, I’m ok with these instructions.

I’m married to a guy who looks almost exactly like this dude (and loves Hillary!) Ladies love beards!!

Yeah exactly. Trump does not want to debate policy. He wants to stand on stage next to a guy with a devoted following, say the system is rigged against that following by a corrupt establishment, and have Bernie agree with him. Because it’s in his favor to either keep that group angry enough to either not vote or to…

That’s a great way to read it and I like your interpretation, but it IS still a very modern interpretation. The message 200 years ago was that changing your fundamental being to become something you’re not is the moral thing to do because subsuming your specialness and enduring suffering without complaint gets you…

Yes! Also, get rid of all the other characters. I mean seriously, Ariel and Eric are such drips. Team Ursula 4 life!

Only if they also add back in that she does it to earn her immortal Christian soul. We’ll call it “The passion of the fish” and market it in Texas.

I think at this point it’s pretty clear from my posts I’m not a sanders fan. However, I actually don’t think all the recent ugliness and intransigence is really even coming from Bernie. I think it’s coming from Jim Weaver. Otherwise known as the one man “yes” answer to the question “do Bernie bros exist?” If Bernie…

This absolutely baffled me when I first moved to the states. One of my teachers would play this in an instrumental only version before class and have us all stand with our hands on our hearts and for a good several months I thought he was a secret English loyalist.

Also this is a teen girl. The full figured swim suit looks like something I, a middle aged matron with the type of belly that shows I pushed out two kids, would wear to the YMCA. She’s a teen! Give her something fun!!

Democrats: this right here is why you have to turn out for mid term elections and care about the down ticket elections. Because our government is surprisingly lousy with bat shit people like this that you’d give the “is this guy competent?”side eye to if they were your barista at Starbucks. But they get in because no…

Yeah, but we’re hampered by the knowledge that scarfing down truffle fries in sweats is not actually glamorous living. In the US, we get to have no such qualms.

America, I like living in your country with all your truffle fries and insistence on comfortable pants. But you better believe the minute I retire, I am fleeing back to Canada.