My dad has said some pretty horrendous stuff to me over the years but the one that stuck with me was on my fifth birthday. I was singing “happy birthday to me” to myself in the backseat of the car on our way to pick my mom up from work, and at a stoplight my father, hating happiness, turned to me and said:

Underwear and bear costumes are not offensive. Have you ever been outside during summer or when a Fur convention was in town?

Mocking their religion, sneering at someone to change their manner of dress, imposing your own hangups on their innocuous activities, and demanding they cease wearing religious symbols in the name of tolerance?

The kingdom of Blithering has a new king today.

This is what passes for “thoughtful debate” now?
Yelling about shutting down a mosque that serves thousands because a couple of bad people were members?

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS. A little faith in humanity has been restored!

My mom went to high school with Nancy Cartwright, and she told me the whole family was rife with that upper-middle-class smug white entitlement stuff. Dayton Ohio man.

Seriously, I am so ready to thrown ALL the money at a consistent designer

THIS. Where do women who play soccer shop? Developed calves exist!

PREACH, sister!

I want to live on planet ‘Forget To Eat.’ My body pummels me if I don’t eat regularly. For my wedding however, it was the stress-drinking that got me.

It’s not all that easy to eat well.

Anecdotally, I’ve noticed that bodies tend to want to stay the same weight, and fight loss with pouty metabolism slowdowns. Plus, when I lose fat I gain muscle, so I’m still a boulder. But I’m a boulder who can run up stairs and baton-toss a giggling toddler around I guess.

I second that emotion.

But because the server didn’t report the drunks for the right reasons, he’s considered more of a criminal than the 2 people who decided to drink 14 margaritas between them, and then decided to drive drunk.

Let’s not bite off more than we can chew here. It’s a very toothsome topic, after all. People can get very molarized over the idea of something out of the ordinary, but in reality, wouldn’t we all give our eyeteeth for someone that loves us enough to make jewelry out of himself?

Best new band name EVAR.

Agree. Chickenfreude must become a household word.
For delicious irony, and tiny salty bigoted tantrum tears.

Ah, figures. People would have gotten up to some horrendous evil had salad bars been a thing in the city locations. They were generally so dirty you didn’t want to touch anything anyway. I can’t imagine the bacteria that would flourish on an open air salad bar!

Haha gross! I swear I have never seen a salad bar at any of those joints in Chicago. Was this downstate or northwest in Rockford/Peoria?

The atheists that aren’t douchelords are usually pretty normal and quiet about their beliefs, so they get misrepresented by the loud asshats.