I think that’s the only thing to come out of his mouth that I do believe, given his relationship with his brother.

There is no shame in trying take care of yourself. Setbacks happen but they do not make you a bad person. They make you human.

The problem is these traditions survived well beyond their necessity.

I hadn’t given the whole concept any thought before, but it’s clearly a way to control and limit women’s sexual activity to the time they’d be most likely to get pregnant. Duh. Pretty diabolical.

Those Mormons and Scientologists sure are weird.

“(There are other reasons and times you might need to get a stain inspected but I’m not going to give you the whole bloody list.)“

“Here is some extremely white shit” could also be said of every lacrosse game ever played.

I’m a 810, wife is a 832. We’re currently shopping for a divorce lawyer.

Pretty sure the rabbis just want to collect the used underwear of young women.

I assume all the rest of you just downloaded this to send pictures of random stains to rabbis? Just like I did.

I would hazard a guess that poor people are the ones getting divorced, because even a good marriage can’t often withstand the stresses of low income: instability, juggling bills, having to find child care, etc.

Isn’t it funny that the God who created the whole, wide, largely empty universe is concerned with weird shit like this? It’s so odd how all his obsessions happen to sync with a bunch of dudes who lived in the Middle East a couple thousand years ago. Almost like a bunch of sexist dudes just made the whole thing up.

They almost always do harm people, though. Kids who are brainwashed into believing this crap. Women who are forced to be subservient to men (hello orthadox Judaism). Public education that is warped by a community’s religious beliefs. Homosexuals who are ostracized by their families.

Dear Rabbi,
So this happened...

So you don’t have a positive attitude towards menstruation?

811 here and soon to be divorced =(

I know a lot of it is contrived, and they already know which house they are going to buy before they are shown other houses. I don’t care, it is a fun, relaxing watch.

I love evenings out at awesome restaurants. I love steak, foie gras, and an untold number of other amazing things. Yet, I will happily endorse the claim that a perfectly grilled (better fucking be medium rare) cheeseburger is the pinnacle of food evolution. That god-damned sandwich is fucking perfect.

When I see a master chef, all I see is a man or woman who will continually try and fail to come up with something better than the double cheeseburger.