This ‘family as performance’ shit is angering in ways I cannot reasonably put into words using my mushy quarantine brain.

Ok, here goes. Writing this out makes me want to barf. 

Which is a damn shame because the world of car crash fetishism is a subject that sorely missing from our popular cult-

Oh, you mean the other Crash.

I don’t agree. I thought he manipulated and kissed up to each of the women in a way calculated to wrap each one of them around his little finger in order to get something out of them, from the headmistresses to the little girl to the slave housekeeper to the flirty teenager. And he was a coward to begin with. Wasn’t…

Also despite Sanger’s views about Eastern European immigrants (her primary concern at the time), Planned Parenthood does not practice eugenics. They practice family planning and women’s healthcare in a very egalitarian manner.

How about this? Statistics show that outlawing abortion does not prevent abortion in any measurable number. (No “babies” are saved.) But what it will do, without fail, is kill women.

Only one of mine loves me. The other two just yell for food. However, he loves me a little too much. In fact as I am typing this I am reaching over his 19 pound body from an awkward and uncomfortable angle to accommodate his need to sit halfway across my laptop keyboard and my lap. He’s not moving. I tried. He came…

The Chinese have great curses, the best curses.

His lawn is going to have SO many people walking over it, now. I hope so many people walk over it an compact that soil nothing ever grows again.

“Timothy Olyphant is so fucking hot in Santa Clarita Diet.”

It’s also perfect that he was punched the precise moment he showed off his Pepe pin. It’s like the antifa heard our prayers.

I remember Shelley Duvall from Fairy Tale Theatre. Anyone else watch that?

I look forward to seeing how he looks with short hair, horn-rimmed glasses, and a sweater vest.

I am not a wack job, I swear, but I can tell you with 100% certainty that I died of a cannonball that took out my legs at Culloden.

This isn’t my story, but a friend’s. Still, it’s a comforting ghost story, and I always appreciate seeing one or two of those in a thread like this.

No one will wade through 1500+ comments to read this, but I’ll share anyway. Mr. Level, the Level kids and I moved into a new-to-us home about 3 years ago. We purchased the house from a completely lovely couple, whom I’ll call Sam and Janice. This house is just a rambling sprawl; nearly every square inch of basement…

My work in tissue transplantation would naturally make most people think that creepy things must happen all the time. In reality, I rarely feel uneasy with what I am doing, and in fact have done the procedures so many times, it takes a lot to make me feel uncomfortable. One incident, I published previously. The…

Kinda late to the party here, but.

I figured I can’t be the only one in need of a palate cleanser after reading these scary stories. So, here goes: When I was dating my now husband, his cousin passed away from cancer at 17. I got to know his cousin fairly well the last year of his life and really loved him. Because he died so young (and after losing…