Hey, it’s better than “y’all.” People up here in New England have been using “ya’ll” lately, and every time I hear it I just wanna scream, “Well if you love the South so much, why don’t you go down there and marry it, you Reb-tugging carpetbagger?”

AP style allows use of the singular “they,” so it’s pretty much by function a concept that can be understood by high schoolers.

Not even the beloved Dame Judi Dench?

Separated at birth?

“Under the Cherry Moon” is no shining example of healthy relationships, either.

If I had a time machine, I’d go back and slap whoever it was told you that you were smart really hard square in the face.

This would be a stronger argument if our criminal justice system operated in a manner even vaguely in the neighborhood of blind.

“Is there a pop culture property that lends itself better to pessimistic reactions to how often it’s resurrected than Pet Sematary?”

No comments? Pfft, as if I read the articles before scrolling down to criticize Kotaku.

Law student, something something, bottom of class, something something. . . .

Mr. Shaman, don’t you worry. . . .

Holy shit, I’d forgotten all about Yak Baks!

I don't think so. You're probably thinking of "Shazaam."

I'm thinking the main character in "Fifth Sense" could be a scientist in a mesh tank top?

For the lazy, the tags are “bear,” “fat acceptance movement, “LGBT slang” and “masculinity.”

I hope we all get to dress like this:

Maybe a “Reefer Madness” style hysteria flick about cheuginess would set her and the rest of the teens straight.

The “a butterfly on the back becomes a vulture in the crack” concept, except I’d imagine big honkin’ fake lips, being heavier than lower back skin, would give out earlier.

There’s your answer. That’s who would say that.

Lopez does one of my all-time favorite pieces of physical acting in that movie, when after she grabs the shotgun from the trunk, she walks along the side of her car and without breaking stride just slams one of the doors closed with her hip.