Frankly, this is a great product. Some of us sweat in places that others don't, and not everyone responds the same to every product. It would be nice if this weren't genderized (it's probably the same product in a different colored package), but a product that meets the needs of folks whose regular anti-perspirant…

What gets me a lot about this kind of unadulterated, ridiculous hate against female characters is that, at least in my experience reading stuff on the internet, I see a lot of this coming from other women.

Obsessive fan bases seem to LOVE being mean-spirited to women. I mean, love love love.

oh, but if she was a teen male rapist who video taped her crime & shared it on social media & drove her victim to suicide, she could've just walked out with weekends in the teen clink for the next year. because boys can't be held accountable for their actions until they're adults & somehow neither can the adults who…

"Slim-fitting white fleece athletic pants"

Why does the flag have the wrong number of stars?

Now THAT'S how you desecrate a flag.

So wait...is wearing sweatpants in public acceptable now? If so this is the best day of my life.

The Empire's New Clothes

Yep. Then there's those of us who really can't call in sick. If I don't show up for work, either the business has to completely shut down (not functional), the owner of the business has to work my shift (sometimes functional, sometimes it means she's working 36 hours straight, sometimes she's out of the country), or…

It would help if a lot of employers these days weren't so against the taking of sick days, then. Everyone of them I've worked for in the past 6 years has been this way, and then if you come in really sick they just send you home anyway.

I want to live every day of my life in this dress:

I meant to joke but ended up trolling. I'd like to be able blame it on everyone else having to recalibrate their sarcasm detectors but that ain't the truth...the truth is I am the tyranny of evil men I have to hone my skill.

Nah, fuck and marry Michael B. Jordan (not necessarily in that order). And then, yeah, the rest is irrelevant.

Bingo.

This is the correct answer.

Fuck: Zac Efron, Marry: Michael B. Jordan, Kill: Miles Teller—I've already killed him multiple times in my mind during the preview for this movie.

Marry Michael B. Jordan.

But what about bunnies?

Short for Arixander, of course!