It’s dainty little cheese morons like you that are ruining it for everyone. Wandering in with your elitist cheese preferences and demanding that we all fall in line with your cheese whims. You make me sick. WHAT ABOUT THE LACTOSE INTOLERANT WHAT ABOUT TREE NUT ALLERGIES WHAT ABOUT MY FEELINGS, ASSHOLE

Idiot! You don’t even know what kind of cheese is best with walnuts! How do you make it through life each day?

Really? He looks like Donald Trump, when he was younger and spray tan hadn’t been invented.

I find it hard to believe that Khloe has never seen Scott Disick’s penis.

The main problem with the Internet is that it is an echo chamber. No matter what your views, you will find people who support them.

“underscore[s] her entitlement” It can’t do that if it isn’t an example of entitlement, if it isn’t an entitled act.

“the narrator underscores her entitlement by saying that the petticoat used to belong to a shopgirl who died of TB, who would have been very upset to see her underwear being shown to all and sundry.”

There’s a difference, I think, between trade in body parts that were explicitly and willingly sold (such as hair, which people sell for use in wigs, or teeth, which people used to sell for use in dentures) and trade in body parts that were expected to remain in place (such as bodies that have been buried in a…

Then the junk shop was breaking the law as were you.

Ugh, this reads like the self-important delusions of grandeur self-styled “witches” would post on goth Livejournal communities. Good for you, you read Poppy Z Brite and watched The Craft. Stealing bones is beyond the goddamn pale.

I said (to the agents), ‘Here you go. There’s probably human bones in there, but I know better than to give you that answer.’

The fucking entitlement. I mean, I’m an atheist; I don’t think there’s anything left in those bones. But using someone else’s remains, someone you never knew, never sought consent from, to perform your crackpot religious rites is fucking wrong.

I dont know why but I also want to add, who cares what they’re wearing on main street or saville row, it’s what you wear from ear to ear, and not from head to toe. And by all this I do not mean to give you license to tell women to smile.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I feel terrible if she was feeling that kind of desperation. I can’t imagine the pressure that some of these young stars are under.

It is certainly possible that he is talented. His field of work, however (poetry) is very subjective. Not like I can query Google Scholar to see how many independent citations he has, or check how many patents he holds, or go take a drive in a car and say “what an excellent ride, the bloke who designed the suspension…

Jia, not possessing a MFA, or for that matter a MA - I have to defer to your knowledge to guide me. Halfway through reading this article, I decided to go find out more about this gent, Ellis. I know little of poetry in English, apart from a a few of the classics (dead Englishmen).

It reminds me of the bit Samantha Bee did: “Now, some guys may say, ‘What, does this mean I can’t even ask a woman out at work?’ And the answer is, ‘Yes. You’re at work.’”

Me too. Same. As a young woman I thought of myself as “cool,” because I could “hang” with the dudes. I didn’t think of sex in a needy emotional way! So I fucked all of them and let them treat me like shit, while talking to me about their One True Loves (invariably someone not “cool” who didn’t “hang,” who invariably…

I have struggled with expressing this to young women — that the experience of A: Experiencing shocking sexist mistreatment B: Being informed that now you at the crossroads between a naive rube and a savvy member of our (literary, artistic, etc) in-crowd. If you respond to the sexism you experienced as offended and…