I just want you to know I have enjoyed reading this thread and your measured responses to those defending the overconsumption of meat. I’ve read a lot on both sides, from both industry and environmental standpoints, and I know that you are right about pretty much everything you’ve said so far, but it’s really, really…

I think you mean “holistic” instead of “homeopathic.” Homeopathy is a very specific type of alternative medicine... you would have been giving your dog water that had once touched a microscopic fleck of arnica. Seriously, google it — it’s crazy! But it sounds like the pills you gave her actually contained arnica, so…

For all we know, the Barbie jeep and all of those other toys were very old, broken, free, etc. Plastic toys DO NOT DIE.

I haven’t finished scrolling, but so far you’re the only one who’s mentioned that aspect of it. There must have been water for the adults and children, but none for the dogs? No adult or older child had the compassion to at least keep a water bowl filled? I honestly don’t understand what conditions could prevent this.

A couple months have gone by since this article was posted, so you may be the only person to ever see my comment, but I too was thrown by the comment about frogs’ reflexes. It seemed like such an antiquated idea, that animals are robots with programmed instincts and reflexes, rather than being sentient beings that…

My family does that to me, too, but I wouldn’t really mind seeing them jailed.

I’m sorry. In case it makes you feel better, I’m a fat vegan.

So I know I’m being shallow here, but every time I see a photo of her, I want to scrub all the contoured-corpse makeup off her face and just give her some pink lip balm and maybe some clear mascara. And wash and condition her hair and let it air-dry and put it in a nice little ponytail bun on top of her head. And get…

And move her to a high school with mostly non-white kids.

That’s part of the premise of “The Blacklist.” Reddington remembers the names and details of everyone he’s ever done business with, as well as their kids, spouses, maids, chauffeurs, etc.

Jourdan Dunn’s dress has to have that tail; otherwise, her hiney would touch the chair if she sits down.

But it’s also a really funny sentence taken out of context. Like, were they driving in separate cars? Did they plan to arrive at the same time? How did they get to be an hour apart in the first place? Maybe someone got divided in time travel? It’s just so mysterious and brimming with possibility.

Sometimes I wish I could find a veterinarian who would be willing to spay me. She probably wouldn’t even bring up the possibility that I might want to have puppies in the future.

I don’t think it’s the money she’s actually frustrated about. It’s the lack of diagnosis. You pay someone to help you and they take your money but don’t help you.

That photo looks just like me anytime I try to break away from the jeans/t-shirt combo. Any pants that aren’t jeans look just like that on me. I don’t know how other people do it... pants.

It does kind of follow the pattern of bike shorts, doesn’t it? (Do they still call them “bike shorts”?)

Aww. That was me 30 years ago. Even now I can’t watch gymnastics without feeling all squiggly and wanting to get up and go upside-down. When I see a gymnast do a kip or cast-to-handstand, all my ab muscles tighten sympathetically. Even when they’re doing moves I never, ever could do (except in my dreams, in which I…

I think it’s because they’re squeezing all their muscles as tightly as possible. “Stay tight” is a mantra in gymnastics. It’s hard to relax or extend your piggies when the rest of your foot and leg is trying to be as solid as stone. Unless you’re Barbie, of course!

True, but don’t say “blow out” — you just made my ankles cringe and crawl up into my body! Let’s just say “injured”!

It made me laugh when I saw it because it reminded me of my sad attempts to do a (single) full-twisting layout into the pit back in the day. I couldn’t make my body twist at all, so I’d do a layout, and at the last minute, when I saw the mat in the pit, I’d squiggle myself around somehow to land facing forward. My…