"First you make me wear a tutu, and then you expect me to march next to...next to...THAT?! It snorts. Unacceptable. You can expect a present in your shoes tomorrow."

Race wasn't a huge part of the narrative. It didn't really seem to matter a great deal, until all the racist Hunger Games fans that apparently lack reading comprehension were all, "OMG, black character is totally black. WTF? I HATE IT."*

Now, see, when I look at pictures of him, the most unintelligible noises come out of my mouth. In my head, I'm all, "Oh, my. Look at how hot and sexy that man is." What I say is more like, "Mnrfhrimnergmfgh."

I think the "she" is the Hunger Games fan who started the original Tumblr promoting Jesse Williams for Finnick.

Truthfully, I've strongly considered it. While I don't personally want baby buttresses (despite the occasional ovary explosion brought on by a cute video) I also feel sad for the families that can't have children. There were many families in my community that struggled with infertility—it was a small, tight-knit…

I read a report about adoptions in Korea, which said that they still aren't widely accepted. It highlighted the story of an (anonymous) couple that was infertile, and decided to adopt. But they didn't want anyone to know that the child was adopted, so the woman faked a pregnancy to coincide with the newborn they…

Bwahahaha. That would be a hilarious storyline. I have so many hearts for S.A.R.A.H. and Andy.

Eureka! I love Eureka. And yes, he would totally do something like that (instead of waiting for the other scientists to make some crazy monkey butt-licking android, because that's definitely in their repertoire).

Like others, I'm super-confused by the girls fighting over the dude subplot. But damn, the song itself totally made me cry, especially the end. I mean, come on. That line about him not having a dad, etc. etc. I mean, I don't have a heart of stone. *SOB*

It does say in the text that they are a lesbian couple with kids, and are pictured with one of the woman's mother.

Hillary Clinton has been an a freaking roll lately. And I love it. I want to be her best friend. In my head, we ARE best friends.

I fucking hate carrying a purse around. Hate. It. For one, I have weird shoulders that slope down too much, and I can't keep a purse up to save my life. Then there's the question of what to do with it. I don't want to smack people with it when I dance. I don't want to leave it somewhere. Not enough places have coat…

Yeah, I have no problem with the name. It's kind of cute, really, and it could have been a lot worse. But I don't think I'll ever be able to disassociate the name from those two things (unless, of course, she ends up doing something crazy awesome/crazy awful).

Haha, my friend thought of that pig too. "Wheeeeeee!"

I totally thought that too! I think Maxwell is a fairly cute name, and a heck of a lot better than most celebrity baby names...but yeah. I thought of Maxi Pad shortly after Maxwell Sheffield. That ought to be fun when her class gets the sex and period talk in school.

There are two things that pop into my head when I see the name Maxwell:

It's definitely hard situation to deal with, and an even harder decision to make. And I'd like to give the OP the benefit of the doubt and assume they were thinking that if the dog had a terrible quality of life, it was better for him to put him to sleep. I mean, you know what they say about assuming things,…

God, yes. That episode was fantastic.

Scatalogical realism? Really? Poop is now immodest? Should I be asking God for forgiveness every time I take a dump? I can just imagine going into the confession booth now.

I do this at home with a big bowl and a sieve, just like many other commenters have mentioned. I make about 1 gallon at a time and store it in an air-tight pitcher. That can get me somewhere between 1 and 2 weeks, depending on how shitty my days are going.