I’ve been to Glastonbury, CT and still thought that for half the article.

Well, that’s crazytalk. How is the world supposed to go on without written evidence of my disapproval of someone who has no bearing on my life?

People seem to love hating celebrities even more than we love loving them.

I do meal planning and grocery shopping based around the idea that I’ll cook 4 times/week, with leftovers for two meals.

Or freeze it or batch cook. I know chicken breasts never go wasted in my household of one.

And it would be slightly less frustrating if the people who found their cure didn’t assume it was THE cure and stopped yelling at you about dairy, oil cleansing, etc. I actually had to use a shit-ton of stuff in addition to retinol to control it before I lost 50 pounds. Now being not obese and retinol does it but I…

I don’t know how they managed to make Colin having group sex feel like a triumph of will, but they fucking did it.

Counterpoint: Lincoln was really good at capturing the frustration of unrequited love. I’m not defending the character’s actions, but as unrequited is the only love I’ve ever known, the scene where’s he’s just walking angrily to Aimee Mann makes me cry every time.

Care to elaborate?

And binge eating disorder.

I suspect there are few people in the industrialized world who actually do have a totally healthy relationship with food/eating.  

And we’re touched when they leave them there because we think it’s a gift.

Inset Polack joke of your choice.

I love my cats, too, but it’s totally crazy that these killing machines are our little buddies.

I LOLed.

It was also while high that I realized for the first time how fucking stupid the pope’s outfit is and how weird it is that we keep tiny tigers in our homes.

I couldn’t tell you where I read it, but I read once that men overestimated consumption while women underestimate it.

The first time I did it while watching The 70s Show, years of confusion cleared up. “Ohhhhhhhhh, THAT’S why people like him!”

I did a paper on comparative religion in college and even the unbiased books I read about Scientology were batshit. (I don’t for the life of me remember why I chose Scientology or what I compared it to, but I remember being CONFUSED AS HELL.)

The last time I bought, I actually had trouble getting the salesperson to talk total price instead of monthly payments. I had to get up and start to leave before he stopped pressuring me to apply for financing. I was almost literally Bender - “shut up and take my money.”