Look at that. You summed up my exact feelings with a picture...

"Yes. So beautiful..."

I thought you meant a Nutella candy bar, something like this:

It's not like she's going to "run out of internet."

I mean, sure it's cute and all, and granted I'm not a parent... but seriously, you didn't want to wipe the snot off her face before capturing this moment? Really?

Consent is rapey? Who knew!

I don't really know anything about this, but I would guess that if someone's saying "do what you want" to their body that means they are consenting. So it's like the opposite of rape.

its not rapey at all. its about how the media calls her fat and talks about her body, but now she isn't going to share her heart or mind with them.

Did you see her on the Muppet Special last night. (Of course you did.) My husband had the AUDACITY to suggest she's not the best thing ever. I think he was just trying to make me feel better, like I'm the main lady in his life or something, like there are no ladies above me in the hierarchy of his heart. I was like,…

I always hate it when you see some fanatical vegetarian or vegan throwing metaphorical red paint everywhere, it's like ARGH. I just want to be veggie for my own reasons. We don't need someone being a radical frontman for our personal choice.

I think a core lack of understanding on behalf of Kang is that obesity in this country is heavily (haha) tied to socioeconomic status. Being healthy in this county is expensive. Knowing how to cook a well rounded meal and how to circuit train is something of a luxury to grow up knowing.
When you have little money and…

It's like he making fun of himself, but not making fun of himself. And is giggling at his young self, but is humbly recognizing his young self has given him the life he enjoys today.

I love Joey Fatone, but that Bethenny whoever person is making unwatchable television.

You don't drive with yours? Damn, I knew I was doing something wrong. This explains a lot, actually...

Every time it snows while I'm at work, my almost exclusively male coworkers ask me if my husband will come and get me. It's obvs safer for him to drive to me and back than for me just to drive my own ass home.

Maybe just take solace in the fact that there's no character in Star Wars named "Hans"?

It IS cathartic to hate-read, but you did that for us here, and now we have absolutely no reason to give them any site traffic at all. Let's make a pact that NONE OF US will EVER go there, EVER EVER FOREVER.

YOU LEAVE STAR WARS OUT OF THIS, TMZ.