Since OP is a douche, here is the floor plan from this year’s conference.

THE ARISTOCRATS!!!1

I would attend just to listen to the “insider” story one-upsmanship I know is constantly going on.

unless you think journalists should not attend dinner parties with people they might cover (which is insane).

Whoa, hold on everyone, I think we have a black person in one photo...

Churchill Tommy Gun Society

Where are you seeing people getting offended over using Latino instead of Latinx?  The only thing I’ve seen is people getting offended over people using Latinx in the first place.

Yeah, I never got mocking people for mispronouncing words. It shows you are well read! If you never read, you’d never mispronounce a word, but you’d certainly be a poorer person for it.

I will never not burn with shame when I remember in college using the word inchoate out loud when responding to a professor’s question, calling it in-CHO-ate. The professor snottily corrected me and said that I shouldn’t use words if I didn’t know what they meant. I was too embarrassed to point out that I did know the…

All words are essentially “made up.” Then as more people start using them, they become standardized.

If you’re worried about that, don’t sit at any man’s computer desk, wether they have this game, or not. 

Mansplaining is offering advice / information which may or may not be “corrective” based on the (most likely mistaken) presumption that you (a man) know better / more than the woman you are talking to does. The subject, whether it be women’s issues, how to fix a car or how the universe was born, isn’t really…

Until recently, The Giants.

I can certainly tell you which fanbase looks NOTHING like their coach:

I can’t get over the quantity of unnecessary details in the intro paragraph to the poop story.

Pictured: Zac Efrom, not Zac Efron

As long as I have lived, networks have catered the main Olympics broadcast to some mythical 45-year-old mom in the heartland who needs to see a baby in peril before she can properly enjoy a bobsled run.

From the Wednesday morning before the Jets game to kickoff that Sunday afternoon he ate beef and pinto beans and nothing else, not even for breakfast. He drinks only grape juice, water and occasionally tea as a treat.

I believe I could jump 100 feet down a mountain if I BRACE MYSELF properly.