I feel like Mel Brooks would enjoy the hell out of giving his own life story the Hamilton treatment, actually. And I would watch the shit out of it. I’m just sad Cleavon Little’s not around for a cameo.

Okay? I’m not sure what you want me to do for you, personally, over the internet, besides express my sympathy. On a larger scale and in my actual life, I’m doing what little I can to keep situations like the one in the article from happening.

I’m sorry to have made that assumption, and I’m sorry that something so awful happened to you. The reason I assumed you were a man was that you joined a conversation in which women discussed their experiences with men who followed them or otherwise aggressively pursued them with your own story of being assumed…

Tell you what. You start sharing the burden of never, ever knowing if the stranger you just met is going to turn into a violent psycho on no notice (which is something that has happened at least once to every woman I have ever known in my entire life) and we’ll all have a lot less to worry about!

Hey, you did notice you left this comment on a post about a woman who was literally murdered by a strange dude she didn’t know who didn’t like being turned down for a date?

I’m glad, and I hope the movie’s a huge success.

tbh I’m mostly mad that they cribbed their costumes from Captain America: The First Avenger. Steve Rogers does not approve of this bullshit.

seriously. I'd be down for a modern-day Nancy Drew series starring an actual teen, though. What's Amandla Stenberg up to?

Whoa whoa whoa. We do not talk shit about the Muppets around here.

Wait, are all of these shoes even sandals? My criteria for whether I can wear socks or tights with something has always been ‘is this shoe open-toed? then NO.’ Can closed-toe shoes count as sandals? Have I been living a lie?

Pretty sure she’s friends with this lady from Carnival of Monsters, actually.

Why? Do we not have enough stories about that? Would the biracial son of a wealthy businessman, raised in privilege, somehow be less out of touch with ‘street culture’ because one of his parents is Asian?

Look, I’m an old-fashioned girl. All I want is a guy who’ll make me laugh, collect bottlecaps and other small shiny things to impress me, and build me a bower of twigs for a ritualized mating display. Is that so much to ask?

Ok, great. Now apply that same logic to the Christian fundamentalists responsible for the vast majority of domestic terrorism since 9/11, and we’ll talk.

Yeah, it feels like literally the least I can do to be honest about the help I’ve had and the advantages that came with it. I have relatives who insist they earned everything they have and I’m like ‘yes, you worked hard! You also INHERITED A WAREHOUSE.’

Ever since I heard that I have hoped to god it’s true. Paris Hilton, Secret Nerd is such a great concept.

I hope John Oliver weighs in on the most significant currency-related issue of our time: keeping A. Ham on the $10 where he belongs, and booting that fucker Jackson off the $20.

I loved, it, and have been describing it to people as “a fantasy of manners about a man who is 1000% more polite than anyone around him deserves, and a woman who is basically an extremely magical steamroller in a bonnet. Also there is a dragon who is Bertie Wooster.”

Brown people in general, honestly. Every morning of my childhood, I waited for the school bus and watched people’s housekeepers and nannies walking from the nearest WMATA stop to the houses where they worked, often upwards of a mile away. None of their employers ever fucking bothered to hop in their (new, expensive)…

IDK about kidneys, but it’s actually really easy to sign up for the bone marrow donor registry. They mail you a kit, you swab your cheek and mail the swabs back, and they contact you if you ever match someone in need.