Holy god that is horrible. Is it mostly men or women who do that? Jeeeeeeesh.

I don’t comment on a thread without reading it, thanks. I did notice some instances of asking, but I also notice that they’re not the majority. I’m trying to point out that awkward “is she or isn’t she?” predicament that is a NIGHTMARE for all involved. It may be at least some of the issue. Also, people are just…

I want to point out that this is kind of a sticky issue...last week I offered my seat to a pregnant lady who, as it turns out, was not pregnant. It was awful, we were both mortified, and she was really mad at me. I was trying to be nice! Sometimes it’s better if the pregnant person asks if they can have the seat—then…

I worked for Puma for many, many years, and saw what each piece costs on the back end before it’s marked up, so all I see here is cheap, cheap shit.

I was struck by this too...Bugs Bunny was the first thing I thought of! What an asshole.

This makes me want to cry. I served as a clinic escort in Chicago for as long as I could until my heart died and I just could not work up the energy it takes to stand out there with these people anymore.

I’m allllll over this! That crappy ass wand is consistently the worst part of my morning.

I’m allllll over this! That crappy ass wand is consistently the worst part of my morning.

The rest of that joke is Schumer pointing out that “this is not a sex move, this is straight up rape.”

A star for you! Hope that helps. I’ve been gray for about a zillion years, too.

A star for you! Hope that helps. I’ve been gray for about a zillion years, too.

Philosophy: Purity Made Simple One-Step Facial Cleanser

Philosophy: Purity Made Simple One-Step Facial Cleanser

Depending on time of day, Jesus Himself could fly down from heaven on a broomstick and perform the most artful jazz drum solo in history and I’d still be annoyed as shit if I could hear it over my podcast while waiting for the train that would ultimately take me to the job that is slowly killing my will to smile.

Yessssss. I also got a tug of the deep-down sads when looking at Les Iris, but probably due in part to the fact that I saw this when I was a little one and thought it was the saddest thing ever:

Ughhggh maybe full-on incidents are outliers, but damn if it doesn’t come close to happening every single second of every single day. I hate going to museums and not only because I can’t deal with people, places, or things, but because EVERY TIME I’m in one, I see someone do something really careless and borderline…

I liked the first two, so I tried to enjoy this on Friday night—soon realized that I couldn’t look directly at the screen without feeling like I was falling sideways or about to vomit. Left with a searing headache about 35 minutes in. I was okay with that because it’s not like I could tell what the fuck was happening…

Meg Ryan directs Meg Ryan’s son and Meg Ryan’s friends in a movie scored by Meg Ryan’s ex!

Now-Joner: How fucking bizarre is it, little 14-year-old Joner, that the “Just A Girl” singer who inspired you to cut your tank tops in half and Bedazzle your black bra straps, is hooking up with this guy who’s gonna vote for an old-timey leather mail bag full of pig bladders?

SHE’S PLAYING POKÉMON WHILE BEYONCÉ IS SINGING.

Are they perhaps hoping that well-dressed members of the press will possibly look like conference attendees in, erm, certain events with, ah, low attendance?

I currently have a job where the boss makes inappropriate comments all the time. I just interviewed for a job I really wanted, but the supervisor for that position stared at my chest through the entire interview, and when we were alone in a hallway, complained to me about his marriage.

I’m confused about that, too. We go through pretty extensive sexual harassment training every year, mandated by HR. They are pretty clear about the fact that a) it’s not sexual unless it’s only based on gender (i.e., he gives everyone in the office birthday spankings so it’s only ‘inappropriate’!), and b) it’s not…