Glue and sex. That's basically all you need for a successful book right?

Because of the glue that was used to bind them. I'm not sure if this is true for all copies of the book but at least the ones in the UK can't be recycled.

I agree. Waiters usually don't even make minimum wage. One of my friends was a waitress and she made $4.50 an hour. Unless my waiter was the shittiest person on earth to me, as I was eating, I will tip them. Its not the customer's job to decide how a waiter lives their life.

If you need a good copy I hear they have piles of them in the UK. (From everyone trying to get rid of them, presumably once they realized how horrible and embarrassing it was to have purchased the book in the first place. And the books not being able to be recycled.)

To be fair, my 85 year old grandma cannot follow the plot of her TV show to save her life, but she's perfectly lucid. She just has trouble seeing the characters and hearing what's going on.

My mom gave me her copies when I was in middle school. LOVED THEM.

Unless you participate and know anything about the Native tribe you're claiming to be a part of, it's pretty much a bullshit way to get out of offending people.

I can see how, say, teenagers and children don't know about blackface because it's not like anyone ever teaches you about that sort of thing in school. But I'm thinking Julianne Hough is old enough to know. (I mean, I'm assuming she's older than me. I don't really know that much about her.)

I know I'm always inspired by women who rise to fame by writing songs about kissing girls to entice boys and "just cuz it's a fun experiment" and who cares if those girls are actually into girls and might read something into that kiss. So inspiring.

This is so ridiculous. As a retailer, you check the card and the id. If they match, and the photo matches the person buying the stuff, you're done. It's not your job to decide that a person doesn't look rich enough to afford such a purchase and call the cops.

When I was younger, I always felt like my name was odd and hated it. I had 4 Stephanies, 4 Ashleys, 3 Amandas and 3 Chelseas in my class of 60 people. And I was the only one with a "unique" name.

I don't know if "My Red Self" by Heavens to Betsy counts as a period anthem, but it's, at the very least, an awesome song about periods.

Kenan Thompson is that thing you thought was hilarious when you were young but now that you've grown up, you realize how obnoxious and entirely unfunny he was most of the time.

I don't necessarily think the author of this article should apologize for the author of another article, but I agree that Jezebel should have addressed the issues with the initial article posted.

My first real life crush was a new kid at my school when I was in 7th grade. He was dorky looking (glasses and slick-y pants all the time, I'm not sure the kid owned jeans). My friends talked me out of telling him I liked him, and then naturally, one of my friends was dating him the next week. (I had terrible friends…

Because obviously only boys are involved in plane crashes, tornadoes, forest fires, floods, etc. I mean, women never leave the kitchen, so how could they possibly be involved in a plane crash?

I'll take Anal Bum Cover for $200.

I enjoy taking "sexy" costumes then adding a bunch of gory disgusting makeup that freaks everyone out. Kinda ruins the whole sexy thing. This year I'm thinking zombie flapper.

Luckily my professor was pretty understanding about it (as she had done some form of service/americorps right after her undergrad as well). Though I did lose participation points.

I had a similar experience in my Americorps service. I was expected to work 40 hours a week as well as attend a few other meetings and recruitment opportunities outside of those 40 hours. (I was in VISTA so you're not allowed to have a second job.) I was given menial office work that the secretary didn't have time for…