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I think my favorite was in the comments:

You have no idea how many people I’m going to fire in my Joke Fact-Checking Department. That sort of oversight is unacceptable.

Pffft. Books about ladies can’t be harrowing tales of what war does to a man. To his very soul.

Can you send him a link to this pic so they can do it right? I mean, they’re on tv. We have to look at their hair too.

I have issues with choice feminism, to be sure. Everyone has the right to make whatever choice they choose, but some choices are inherently more helpful to the mission of equality than others. Now, on the other hand, we all have to live and function in a patriarchal society. This makes it basically impossible to live

I am a woman who is single and financially independent, and if I consult a fashion magazine to try the “newest makeup look,” that’s my damn business. I am a human with critical thinking skills who can read Cosmo and appreciate that they’re trying to make a difference in politics for women, but they may have stupid

This is a good question and I for one look forward to the responses.

“To be honest, men are into girls in T-shirts and white underwear.”

WTF at all the incarnations of ‘selfie’?! STOP IT, STOP IT NOW! It’s out of control and makes me want to stab someone (usually the person using the word).

Done.

Oh, god, not the eye drops thing again! Colin, can you please add the appropriately scathing editorial comment that you can KILL PEOPLE BY DOING THAT!

In my own life I’ve noticed a direct correlation between being polite repeat customers who tip well and the servers not charging (within reason) for refills that normally cost extra.

On one hand, I appreciate taking revenge on jerks. That said, the Murine thing is poisoning a drink and illegal.

Dammit, Pinkham. I laugh with you when you use these pictures to toy with all the East-Coasties on their lunch breaks, drooling at the mere sight of amazing food. But it’s breakfast time in Seattle, with nary a Top Pot in sight, and you throw THIS at me? What did I ever do to you to deserve such torture?

You can be totally wrong on everything else and I don't even care.