I think it means that Athleisure is not for you, but extra cheese totally is. And some guacamole.

I’m loaded up on athleisure because guilt-free pajamas in public is my jam.

I read this while eating chicken nuggets on the couch. I feel pretty good about that choice.

That was my first thought. Well, my first thought was Dr. Phil. But right after that: Dr. Oz.

I would, too.

Hm, I see this as slightly off topic.

You could easily make this apply to both inside and outside.

I imagine the poop emoji would be ribbed for her pleasure.

Judges have absolute immunity for judicial decisions within their jurisdiction. And jurisdiction in that context is interpreted extremely broadly. So basically, unless you have a probate judge making criminal adjudications or something similar (or a judge deliberately violating known legal rights in ways clearly…

Her family should sue him for wrongful death

Yeah, you don’t offer bail or an ankle braclet to a violent domestic abuser who was caught armed after kidnapping and torturing his wife...especially when they lives six miles from one another (says so in source). This judge fucked up royally and it cost this woman her life.

But he was such a promising young man. Locking him up wouldn’t have done him any good!

Annnnd here is the contact information for the hon. Judge Gary J. Gilman, if you would care to voice your displeasure at his less than judicious ruling to allow a violent criminal who posed an active danger to another person free:

Fuck Judge Gary Gilman. This woman’s death is on your hands asshole. And as usual incompetent men won’t suffer consequences while this woman is now dead.

It’s all about the bootstraps for Republicans. Poor? Get a good job and pull yourself out of poverty. Black? Don’t be black. A woman? Be strong enough to fend off a rapist.

I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS.

Barb is dead. She was monster food. Mystery solved.

STILL NO BARB, DOE!

I don’t think this necessarily offers hope for humanity, but I wouldn’t say it’s just basic decency for a guy who went to the school expecting to be fawned over by excited kids to instead sit down with a lonely, awkward boy who probably didn’t even know who he was.

Great. Now I’m crying in a McDonald’s. And it's not for any of the usual reasons.