Because that shit is ACCURATE.

I wish there was as perfect of a term in English as “pena ajena”, which translates to “embarrassment that is not yours”. Second-hand embarrassment just doesn’t quite cover it.

Right? I admittedly don’t watch the show but, from all the clips I’ve seen, it feels like the appeal is: “I do so enjoy water cooler conversations with my uninformed coworkers. If only someone could recreate that as a TV show.”

I really don’t understand how, at this point, anyone can argue that this wasn’t a performance and a gigantic con. Rachel Dolezal sued Howard for reverse racism. She told her family members “Don’t blow my cover.” These are not the words and actions of someone who truly identifies as a race other than their own (and…

I took my fiance to his favorite place in town, the local gardens at sunset, overlooking the city. I gave him a viewmaster I had made up with pictures of us. The last slide said “(Fiancé’s full name), will you marry me?”. He looked up from the viewmaster and said “Of course I’ll marry you!” I then took out a Companion…

But the problem is: If you’re that much of an asshole, you’re not going to be self aware enough to know you’re the giant flaming mega-douche that you actually are. You think you’re awesome, and the world around you is filled with sniveling peons.

I have a mom like that. There’s no reasoning with the unreasonable and utterly delusional, because the person could turn on you forever for one ill-timed, well-intentioned intervention. Choices have to be made. I feel for Cliff and admire his resourcefulness. It feels shitty to be underhanded, but that’s a far better…

I call ahead to the restaurant and tell them she’s had a stroke which has changed her personality

Part of me really wanted Momager to actually smack Psycho Santa with the pizza pan.

The only thing I like about 50 shades is this panel—Harley and Ivy seeing “100 Shades” after seeing “Mad Manx.”

Most scriptwriters go through what Marcel went through. Every great screenwriter has had there work shit upon by the Hollywood process.(Non great screenwriters however, tend to do very well: see Thomas Lennon’s work).

Both her parents are white. She herself is lily white. She dyed her hair and darkened her skin with cosmetics. She also claimed her adopted brother was her son, her father had cancer, she had cancer, and probably a lot of other shit too. She is a lying liar who lies a lot.

SYNTH people! SYNTH people! Look like SYNTH, talk like PEOPLE

...what? Soylent Green was made of people. That was the whole point. Synthetic meat is made of muscle fibers cultivated in a lab, and is not people.

This isn’t so much the answer, firstly because the factory farm system isn’t just red meat (poultry is a major part of it, even if it doesn’t cause as many issues as beef), and second because the seafood industry has its own whole host of sustainability issues.

Or just relaxing hunting laws to the point where people can hunt for the existing deer more easily. As it is, viable hunting land is shrinking rapidly, which means the deer population is booming.

I’d really love to try lab-grown triceratops meat. Science people: please don’t explain to me why this isn’t possible. Let me dream.

The problem is that historically, the only effective tool we’ve seen that dramatically changes market behavior is taxation. Good luck getting Congress to pass a meat tax when half of Congress doesn’t even acknowledge silly things like global warming are actually real. We’re all screwed.

So we’re screwed, basically.

I’m on record as stating that I’ll eat insects a) if they taste OK, and b) if they do not look in any way like insects.