I need Whoopi’s strawberry sweater. I need that in my life so much.

Different countries and different publications have different editorial standards. For instance, on 9/11, American media didn’t (knowingly) show any graphic content of what was occurring at the base of the Twin Towers that day. But Mexican media? Yup. You saw the imagery of bodies falling from the upper stories.

I saw the comment you made on Oppo about how even photos of the injured should be censored. I get it. You’re a first responder who has to see gruesome imagery up close and personal. You see and smell and touch the blood and debris. That’s something you probably wish no one ever had to experience, but that’s exactly…

That was actually the first thing I thought of when I first saw a trailer for this movie a couple of weeks ago. Right before it cuts to a montage with Laurence Fishburn and some other people, Pratt tells JLaw “There’s a reason why (we’re the only ones awake).” As soon as he said that, I thought... you woke her up on…

As a journalist, an argument could be made for the inclusion of the photo that shows the uncovered bodies, but it’s a hard one to make. Where this post really fails journalistic ethics is in not providing a graphic content warning in the headline, and in choosing to use the image with the uncovered bodies when the…

Dis is why I love you. Quack! .... I mean... Cluck! :)

You know, the wall color of that cave of yours really brings out your eyes.

They show up with disappointingly predictable regularity. And they always say the same things. And they never learn.

Sorry about your butthurt, dude. Doesn’t change your creepiness.

That doesn’t mean that these women were ever made to feel uncomfortable while I was around them or that I ever improperly propositioned or touched them. In fact, plenty of them never even knew I felt that way...

A modified version of Oppo’s original Rule No. 1 would also work here: Don’t be a dick (on the road).

I’ve got big furry carpenter bees in a tree in my patio. The bumble along like drunk little fucks, but they’re harmless. I love watching them wobble through the air. :)

“Hope they put both of you away.”

Her partner was a rookie black cop who freaked out at the sound of videogame gunfire coming from behind a closed door. He shot at the door, and killed a black man who was sitting on a couch inside playing a FPS.

“You know shit’s bad when the time between someone saying “this is going to go wrong” and something actually going horribly wrong is only about three seconds.”

I’m not that squeamish. Especially when the story is obviously fake.

I don’t buy it. I mean, I believe a person can become extremely constipated from eating too much of the same thing, but for none of it to be digested? For there to be no fecal matter at all? I don’t buy it at all. Our bodies produce digestive enzymes pretty much constantly. For them to be completely absent? Nope.…

Some of us don’t know that story yet. Please share!

It doesn’t only happen to men. I saw the exact same thing once in the Ladies’ at Macy’s. Wall, the back of the stall walls, the toilet, the plumbing. Everywhere. I noped the fuck out of that bathroom very fast when I saw that.

Of course this asshole wants to be a cop. Of course he does. Meanwhile, I’ve got a college “buddy” on Facebook who still insists if POC would just stop being stubborn and learn how to properly interact with police, we’d stop getting mistreated/shot/killed by cops. Because clearly racism is not a factor.