Oh my God. I didn't think this story could get worse. That poor little girl.

Happy to be of service. *walks off whistling*

Jeb Bush's brother Marvin screwed up the photography at his wedding, so there's only one kind of unflattering picture of their whole day in existence. It's become shorthand for "person who singlehandedly bungled a wedding."

You have smoother moves than he does. :D

Isn't it illegal to discriminate against people with anxiety disorders?

My best friend of eight years and bridesmaid missed her flight the night before the rehearsal dinner, then yelled at me for it. She then whined to me about having to change her travel plans (cabs are ~expensive~, you guys! You know what's not? Showing up on time so that the other bridesmaids can pick you up as…

I'm sorry to hear about your hard times, but welcome to the light side, my friend. It's mildly less insane over here.

I try not to judge people on a whole, but this is what judgment was made for. They abused their daughter emotionally, and now she's dead. They took her contact with friends, they took her out of school, they forced her into therapy meant to force her to hate herself straight. And now she's out here trying to absolve…

Came here just to say that. Dora sounds like the most amazing person. I don't think I could ever put up with that level of batshittery.

I have a degree in creative writing (cue constant and wearying snickering about liberal arts and useless degrees and so on), and the most valuable thing it taught me was that when someone offers you critique, you shut your damn mouth and you listen. Maybe when you're done listening, you don't agree, and maybe you mope…

For us, we'd been going and going and going to put that dang wedding together, and when it was done, it was kind of like "now what?" The void left by planning, both in terms of our time and our energy, had to get filled with something else. I got depressed, and my husband, who'd so far only (ha- "only") had to deal…

You win. I am so sorry. All the childbirth horror stories I have ever heard just shrivel in comparison.

Oh, goodness. We're a public library, but I feel you on the "plop the kids down in front of the computer" front. We have some filtered access computers that the kids can use, but we also have parents who make their kid sit with them while they use their open access one. What their neighbor's looking at is sometimes…

Give me your poor, your tired, your huddled masses indeed.

I do too. We have our monitors recessed into the tables with a plastic hood over them so you can't see what's going on. We have a bunch of signs touting "protecting your privacy!" but oftener than we'd like, it's protecting everyone else's eyes.

This is a TRIUMPH. The deceptive simplicity of the image evokes the tawdriness and shallowness of thought necessary to the act of ass-grabbing. Me Want Butts will surely rise to prominence alongside its spiritual predecessors, Duchamp's Fountain and the daring and still unclaimed "Vive la Revolucion".

You don't slander Cap'n Crunch and live to tell the tale.

FOREARMS. Especially when watches are involved.

I work at a public library, and we're not allowed to wear t-shirts with any words or pictures on them for this exact reason. These things are supposed to be kept separate. Not to mention I just cannot see what they can possibly gain from bringing their protest to a bunch of schoolkids. It's tone deaf at best, but I…

Who knew cats were so eager to show off underthings? It was never even cute underwear (which would still mortify me)- it was always the bleach stained granny panties with disintegrating elastic. Damn it, kitty.