Like I said in a different thread, this isn’t a joke. She’s setting a very dangerous precedent. What happens when a cop kills two gay men because that is what Leviticus tells him

I so liked Taylor Swift but she’s too much after the This Sick Beat bullshit. Remember the time Kanye interrupted your speech by getting on stage and halting the show? What in the goddamn world makes you think you have that kind of control that the man who said “George Bush doesn’t care about black people” while…

I also feel like people get a little overexcited about dressing being so awful for you. I’m eating fucking salad, most of which has very little calories, so that tablespoon of olive oil is not going to kill me. It’s not like, salad is good for you, so it must be calorie and fat free. If it’s my lunch, it better have…

Definitely dysfunctional. But dysfunction seems to sell. I don’t understand it, but then again, I don’t watch this stuff to begin with, and I never have.

Here’s a timeline Gawker put together of the molestation in relation to TLC’s decision to pull the show. Based on how long the allegations have been out there and the research that networks do before they put shows on the air, it’s not unreasonable to assume (and I think I may be too generous here) that they knew…

My concern with having the clueless Duggar women in that seminar is that the only takeaway they’ll get is “See, all these people have suffered from molestation. It must happen to everyone in every family! Whats the big freakin deal?”

This deserves an honorable mention, at least.

I feel like Word should have a feature so that anytime you select CS as a font, that little paperclip dude pops up and ask ‘Are you fucking SURE?’

I went to a funeral for a teenager and the service sheet was written in Comic Sans.

I basically babbled. Something along the lines of, “I’m so glad he has such an open minded and loving family, but I’m not a sex worker and I really only know him from the amazing stories my new coworkers tell me. I’m so sorry for your loss, and I’m sure I would’ve loved him but maybe not that way but maybe that way…

Unless they plan to show me a Weekend At Bernie’s-esque time, they better well fucking cremate me.

Totally. I wouldn’t even want people standing over me watching me sleep, I SURELY don’t want then doing it once I’m actually dead. For their sake and mine.

So a week after I started this job, a guy who no longer worked at the publication I worked for died in a car accident. I never met him, and he was a copy editor so it wasn’t like I was familiar in any way with him through what he wrote.
But nevertheless, the EOC said everyone needed to go. So I went. And somehow the…

FTW: my husband and I went to our former boss’ mother’s funeral. After his sister read a ‘poem’ about their mother—which was just a ten minute long list of things she liked (She liked the color blue. She liked smoking cigarettes...)- our former boss stepped to the front of the room and hit play on a small, old school…

I am going to keep this one short and sweet.

How would you react to a son that had a limp wrist with a pulse?

I LOVE MY DEAD GAY SON.

Just in case anyone was wondering what a walking soulless husk of a human being devoid of any empathy or compassion looks like, this is it.

Nothing is funnier than hearing men talk about something they know nothing about. “No, no bro, I swear, she had, like sextuple D’s!” Sure, bro. Sure.

Sexual education and acceptance needs to be taught to everyone. It’s sad and terrible there is a sexual stigma for young girls and it makes them easier targets for sexual assault and rape, and continued abuse. Religious schools and communities amplify this even more. It took me years to realize it wasn’t my fault for…