I came here to say: The Craft is the only one of those movies I have any interest in revisiting.

So, what I got from this is that it is not okay to cook acidic foods in your cast iron, because what kind of tomato sauce takes less than 30 minutes? This debunked nothing.

People started sentences like this in class discussion all of the time when I was an undergrad in the early oughts. I always assumed it came out of therapy culture. It drove me (and other students) up the wall, even as we heard it pop out of our own mouths. Back when Facebook was new, and everyone was making inane…

Yeah, there are a lot of assholes around here.

There’s really nothing wrong with it. This is just apparently the place where all of the people who hate Anne Hathaway for no reason have come to congregate.

I agree with this article, but I do have to take issue with this part: “When you buy a home, you pay for things you don’t have to pay for as a renter: loan interest, property taxes, insurance, and even maintenance and repair costs.”

“Despite the fact that Jane Eyre has been fully accepted into the canon of great Western literature, I have to fight to be proud of loving it, and of enjoying these florid, fabulous scenes.”

If my husband bought it for me, I would wear it specifically for sex. One of those things that would look horrible on me, but he would be into it. But I can’t spend money on that when I get the same response from him if I go braless in a crop top. When I spend money on lingerie, it is lingerie that I know I look good…

My husband and I are the only two people who do not like the Princess Bride.

Because Love Actually is enjoyable to watch, with a lot of charming people in it being charming. Notting Hill just doesn’t work. Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts have zero chemistry, and there are a lot of pieces that just won’t fit together right. Julia Roberts’ character is really unlikable, and I had no desire for them…

Way worse than Love Actually.

They definitely were. And Claire sure didn’t give a fuck that she would never see her husband again.

I loath that book.

I didn’t actually see the movie until I was in my 20s, but that scene gives me serious high school flashbacks, and I appreciate it.

Damn, that’s good.

Behold: a macaque monkey with a professional’s camera:

If I had a washer-dryer in my apartment, I might. But I have to go to the laundromat, so no.

I don’t have enough space in my room to do this. The bed takes up the whole damn room. Anyway, this whole argument is because a bunch of people’s parents didn’t properly teach them how to make their beds when they were kids. Topsheets are mandatory.