Me too. There are a few in my friend circle. Nostalgia, I get. Watching a beloved cartoon now and again, I get. Going to a theme park, I get. Theme parks are fun.

Maybe it’s not intended to be a move of direct cause/effect thing (ie, equating rape and sex, and using one to barter for the end of the other), but a call to attention to the side doing the least work. Maybe it could be more like us women saying, “You know what? We’re tired of doing this alone. No one listens, no one…

Ughhh, what kills me most about people like this is that they HAVE to explain that they’re rolling out because of The Gays. Don’t get me wrong—I’m all for shitty people being transparent in their shittiness so we can educate, shame, or avoid them as the situation calls for—but goddamn if these fuckers aren’t just…

It’s always acceptable unless you’re a legit item. Trust me. I’m a huge coward too, and I once tried to hold myself to some stupid standard of adulting by forcing myself to break things off with casual lovers in person, and it...never went well. Basically an uncomfortable waste of time and gasoline for all involved.…

Right? None of my friends use Twitter much and neither do I, but I am constantly spreading the gospel of regularly checking Cher’s feed, because it is PHENOM.

“Hope he’s gutsy enough to do so!”

It’s quite possible to remain in your separate social circles as individuals, too. My boyfriend and I live together and are absolutely a great team, but he goes and does things with his friends and I go do my thing with mine. I don’t have much in common with his friends but they like me just fine, even though I don’t…

It is scary. I’m not denying that it’s scary. That’s happened to me plenty, as well as encounters wherein I was bracing for it because of past experiences.

Here’s the thing, though: straight-up telling someone that you don’t want to talk to them—especially in a space where you’ll be near them for some time (bus, plane, line, neighbor, etc)—is INCREDIBLY AWKWARD AND UNCOMFORTABLE. Even if there’s no fear of things getting violent—and quite honestly, viable as it is, I’m…

Question: Are P&P&Z and S&S&S just Austen’s line-for-line original prose with zombies/seamonsters artfully sprinkled in? Or are they total re-writes done in the style of Austen? I’ve always wondered but never had time for a side-by-side comparison in the bookstore.

Um, Charlotte Church’s comments aren’t incorrect: drought and climate change played a HUGE role in sparking the Syrian civil war. The arrest of the schoolchildren broke the camel’s back but the unrest didn’t start overnight. Thousands of people lost their farms and livelihoods and had nowhere to go and no help from…

I gotta say...the lego-ification of every popular franchise, with a video game for every single one to boot, has kind of ruined legos for me. I’m no purist or whatever—I don’t even really care that it’s a marketing tactic that ends up sucking the imagination out of a toy whose entire point is stimulating imagination.…

We call each other valentine or sweets. He begins every sentence with “girl” and sometimes he calls me Sweet Cups. He also occasionally calls me by a long acronym that has something to do with how my butt is better than Scarlett Johansson’s, which he decided after we watched Under The Skin. We rarely call each other…

The Concourse post about this will never not be one of the funniest things I’ve ever read. WE’RE ON TO YOUR GAME, STEVIE.

+1 all around and also a fist-bump of solidarity to a rare fellow beard rejecter.

Nah, that one was already taken by this twit. The Huck signal is actually the silhouette of Kim Davis waving a sword of fire astride a crying eagle with broken chains on its talons.

WOMEN ARE SO EMOTIONAL THO.

seriously, though, what the fuck is up with his mouth? why are there SO MANY shots of him looking like he’s trying to suck up an invisible soba noodle?

I love how you can tell when people’s soundtrack choices are informed only by family sitcoms and Kevin James movies.

Also they get really pissed if you don’t offer AARP discounts. Like, wow, you got a job with training straight out of high school when a single family home cost less than 10 grand and now you’re retired and traveling the world at will and all kinds of other things my generation can’t even fathom, so maybe pardon me if…