So we’ve got Captain Pussy Pose, recovering addict/Ex wife says vague bad things went down, and “It’s ok to fuck a 13 year old if you’re famous,” and they’re all on a set. Together.

A guy from work is beloved by everyone. He’s sweet, he helps out with other peoples’ duties, he remembers birthdays, and he’s always professional.

Google “PETA euthanizes dogs.”

I’m not going to link it because reading it the first time was way too upsetting.

They were talking about him on NPR this morning, and I got a little nostalgic for the days when binders full of women were our worst problem.

Never thought I’d be kind of glad/relieved to hear that the Republican candidate was Mittens. He’s bad for women and dogs, but at least he understands that you don’t eff with…

Ugh, are people actually saying it’s easy?

My husband is my favorite person, but he also a shitty, inconsiderate roommate.

Based on the clip Jez posted from her revenge body show, I could be in agreement.

I have a sibling who can’t exist in a crowded room without shouting so that everyone looks at them. Kris reminds me a lot of that sibling.

At the risk of starting an internet fight about two people that neither of us know, my impression has always been that Kris suffers from, “Look at me!” thirst where Kim’s is a bit more reserved.

Being married is hard.

Babies are cute.

Thirst does not age well.

The end.

They’ve been part of the routine for ages. I sat through a “surprise” drill this morning.

It was not a good day for a surprise drill.

I aspire to an income bracket that will allow me to have public and/or social media meltdowns and still walk away with a penthouse.

My story was at a college with a 4,000 year old faculty member who felt it was his job to correct the hippie lib’ruls in our department.

Middle and high school are hellish enough -I used to hold it to avoid the mean girls in the bathroom. I can’t even imagine how awful it would be if you didn’t present the way you…

You may have found the best compromise!

.... I would mind, because I drink there. They can continue dumping in the bathroom they feel best suits them. In the stall. Where poop goes.

If we could all just yell at Dave and whoever else has opinions about their pooping elsewhere, it would be great.

This was, unfortunately, my assumption.

I’m not sure it helped the student at all (she left the school shortly after) but since he had no answer for, “WHERE IS SHE SUPPOSED TO PEE, DAVE?” he also didn’t succeed in banning her from either restroom.

BUT WHERE ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO PEE?

Yeah. And the bullied often grow up to be shitty, themselves. (I reached out to Anne in the hospital, and we were friends for a time. She responded by sharing a humiliating story about one of my parents being arrested ALL OVER social media. Anne can go fuck herself.)

When I was in high school, a group of girls decided they didn’t like Anne, so they told the teacher she refused to help with a group project, when in fact they had declined to include her in the meetings. Anne received an F.

Could’ve been a bad batch, but I worked several other jobs in that town before returning to Gap, Inc., and never encountered anything like it.

There is a pretty major scandal in the flute community right now, and an acquaintance won’t stop posting criticism of women who waited 20 years to report.