Oh nooooo! Did he think you wouldn’t like...notice him fiddling with the condom? I just feel like, on top of his other gruesome qualities, he is dumb as hell for thinking he could put that by you.

I remember that one! You could tell the 13-year-old wasn’t happy about it but knew she couldn’t stop it at that point...

Honestly the most infuriating part of watching Tiny House Hunters is when someone calls the tiny home an “investment.” I get it for the single retired mom with a grown child who wants to be able to move her house to wherever she wants to be, that’s chill as hell. I don’t get thinking of it as an “investment.” Also,…

Half of my fashion solutions involve taking a ribbon or belt that came with something else and putting it on. Or putting on black shoes and a black hat.

Okay, that’s good to know. Looking into it more, the implant seems attractive, but I can’t find much information on how painful/horrifying it is to have put in.

The Southernmost Point is the southernmost point of the *continental* United States; i.e. it’s as far south as you can get without hopping on a boat. The monument fully acknowledges this; it’s written right on the darn thing. And furthermore, Key West is weird for at least one thousand other reasons, including the…

My gynecologist definitely did not tell me that all these symptoms were associated with my birth control pill, *even after I asked.* I think I’m gonna visit her and demand Depo-Provera cause I’m done with this shiz.

In a similar vein, I’m of the opinion that if you can find yourself screaming at the TV in victory/defeat, it’s a sport.

I used to work at a Happiest Place On Earth and my primary cashier peeves were wet/damp money and Brazilian tour groups, who would come in clumps of 200 and universally decided they needed to shove their damp money/card two inches in front of your eyes. I DO NOT NEED TO BE THAT CLOSE WITH MY FACE TO YOUR CROTCH MONEY.

Where can I find a pink bathrobe that fabulous?

Oh my god. All I can say is—I’m not alone. (I still have panic attacks when I see white Oldsmobiles.)

I didn’t know that this person was a distinct person from Jennifer Morrison.

Pretty excited for whatever shenanigans leads to that dude with a hook hand in a church. This show looks to be Gotham-level shenanigans overall, and less offensive to my sensibilities, since I am bad at the knowing history good.

My dad gave away his Life Cycle at a garage sale 10 years ago........Wonder what gleeful person got the good end of that deal.

This strikes me as extremely extra, just since Girl Scouts have been making edible fires for a loooong time without creating an inedible roof-of-mouth-stabbing mess: http://scoutingweb.com/scoutingweb/subpages/ediblefire.htm

Kind of love that picture of Harry? Also would not classify it as necking. It’s pretty clearly “I woke up way too feckin’ early for this, give me a hug and then let’s find some coffee before I have to pretend to be dignified.”

I think my biggest gripe about pretty much every adaptation is that the romances don’t generally spark as well as they should. While the girls are and ought to be the focus, man, Jo and the Professor were Swoontown 5000.

Last night I made what will probably be my last purchase from Modcloth—a travel wallet because I’ve been looking at it for probably eons. I’m so, so, sososososo sad about this.

He literally can’t give it to someone else. The Nobel Prize committee recognizes you as the winner of the award whether you accept it or not: (from http://www.telegraph.co.uk/music/news/what-happens-if-bob-dylan-keeps-ignoring-his-nobel-prize/)

I absolutely agree with you, but I remember reading earlier on in this debacle that the Nobel people don’t *do* declines. I read of a spokesman saying that if he didn’t pick it up or turned it down they would just keep it in trust for him for the rest of time. Which is the weirdest thing, that you’re not allowed to…