This picture is a nice thing:

Re: #4: That’s an Irish Wolfhound! We have one named Freya, and here are some pictures of her because you all deserve them:

Outfit shaming is bullying but fuck it, I’ll bully that traitor to womankind. She looks like Mr. Peanut had a baby with the old NE Patriots logo.

Anyone else find themselves constantly doing that thing where you start a rant, decide you need to stop because you’re going to make yourself sick/have a rage stroke, and then 10 seconds later start up again because you just can’t stop?

Unfortunately it seems like he doesn’t listen to your words or observe your behavior. He seems to ignore your objections and project his own reality of the situation.

And if you physically prevented an adult from leaving their house at 2 A.M., it would be kidnapping. And if you took away an adult’s possession as punishment because you didn’t like their attitude, it would be theft. On the other hand, if you refuse to give food, shelter, or medical care to an adult, you haven’t done…

I am not someone who thinks spanking makes any damn sense, but I certainly think there’s a difference between light open-hand spankings and child abuse.

It’s categorically false to say Spears “gets nothing but praise.” There is plenty of criticism of her lip syncing.

I have some extra-special Schadenfreude regarding Mariah’s meltdown... she was screaming about her monitors, which meant she couldn’t hear her own singing. This happens a lot with outdoor venues. You can see in the part of her performance where she does “All I Want For Christmas is You” she keeps touching her ear…

This is DirtBag. Do you really want a massacre alongside celebritygossip?

“Why do people like her?”

It’s a strange thing to mourn someone you don’t know. Carrie’s death, like Robin Williams’, has really hit me. She was such a warm, whip smart, bad ass woman and she wasn’t here long enough. She seemed to have such a lovely relationship with her daughter, Billie and my heart breaks for her. I hope it’s some vague…

Just went back and re-watched this timeless, beautiful, hilarious, wonderful interview with Carrie and Gary. DO NOT TAKE HER, 2016, YOU’VE DONE ENOUGH THIS YEAR.

Against their wills, apparently:

I’m having a hard time feeling any sympathy for Trump voters who get health benefits via the exchange or who receive Medicare/Social Security who seem stunned that the continuation of these benefits is now in real jeopardy. I feel sorry for everyone smart enough not to vote for Trump who will lose access to these…

I feel like everyone has already seen it, but just in case... Six Feet Under has made me cry harder than any show in the history of ever. Just wailing sobs. It has the benefit of also being incredibly written and acted.

Crazy Ex Girlfriend is the bomb. It’s slightly uncomfortable at times, but really easy to watch while doing anything else (eating, drinking, vacuuming, whatever. Idk your life). Also, musical numbers and dark humor.

I love my husband. Like, a lot. I think he’s funny as hell and sexy as hell and interesting as hell. He’s hands down my favorite person to spend time with.

I’m a lurker, but I’m feeling really lost and desperate for advice:

I finished grad school this week! And . . . No one has done anything. Actually one friend gave me a gift card for a massage. But that’s it. No card or flowers from my husband. No donuts at work. Nothing from my parents. I’m not expecting a Rolex or anything but I’ve been working on this for three years. Cmon people!