Dear sweet holy balls.

Ha ha! Neither of us has much control over our arms or legs! We'll probably really hurt each other at some point!

You can still get Song of the South overseas, which I know because about 10 years ago I was in the Amsterdam airport and there was a store with a Disney section and guess what was playing on endless loop?

Silence, baby killer!

I agree that we should not be talking about the fact that Malia Obama is going to be one of the world's great beauties.

gaaaaaa

Thank you for not calling her a "missing prostitute." I hate that the way a woman with children who is murdered/missing/etc will be referred to as a "mother" as if she has ceased to be JUST A PERSON.

I will not see the Girl with the Pearl Dragon Earring Tattoo because I cannot tolerate depictions of rape in the movies, or anywhere for that matter. I'm not morally opposed, I just can't watch that shit. So in my case, right they are.

Again, I agree. The Democrats had some seriously ugly history. And they are not blameless now.

We agree.

Of course it's racist. It's a racist, fucked-up world, of which I, as a white woman, am a part. I do my best not to operate from a place of racism, but that shit poisons everybody's well. Yes, of course black people don't have to vote as a block, and they are allowed to be stupid and self-serving (which is how I…

But if your dog were a vampire, well then....

I will never ever ever be able to wrap my mind around black people being Republicans.

Totally. By the way, do you think people would have had the same level of outrage if his victims had all been girls? I know Jez covered that idea and got pilloried, but I was listening to NPR talk about how he was going to be faced by several of his accusers today in court and I just thought, I don't think it would…

I'll drink to that!

Just when I think this story has made me sick to my stomach enough, wait! there's more!

Cut your sister slack. If you're lucky, you'll never find out first hand what she's going through.

Nope, crocodile tears are the fake ones you cry when you want someone to think you're sorry but you're not. Or, they're the tears you cry when you didn't have to go to school because you were busy playing gigs in shopping malls while you were a teenager and your mom was backstage doing your homework for the…

Ladies, I will be honest, and throw myself upon your various mercies. I myself am what my screen name implies, and so somehow when I read this story (and my ugly feelings are informed by my relative anonymity—mais oui, it is the internet—as well as by my repulsion towards the little I know of the Duggars' political…

Buy the used ones! You Can Do It, Co-ed Noble!