I’m going to take this as a sign that the timeline is finally correcting itself 

Looks like they consulted people with functioning fucking eyeballs this year!

this is beside the point, but I love Queen Latifah and i love Common but i hated them as a couple in that movie (Just Wright). there was ZERO chemistry! 

What about if one lead is Black and the other white? Something New, starring Sanaa Lathan and Simon Baker, is really good and features the Black upper class! (Also, Simon Baker. Yum.)

Is this the appropriate forum to discuss my lifelong obsession with Queen Latifah?  

Unfortunately, like the film’s producers, you’ll have to settle for Liam instead!

At the office cafeteria I once saw a coworker spoon a ladle of fish soup into her bowl. She then used the exact same ladle to dip into the cream of potato soup and spoon a serving of that soup into the same bowl, making some kind of seafood bisque I guess. She then returned the ladle - now coated with cream of potato…

The manager took the tray to the back, rearranged a few pieces and put the same try out. Trust.

This ladle licking loser didn’t even try to do it clandestinely. He took four separate leisurely sips from that ladle before returning it to the vat.

I no longer buy buffet food from unattended (i.e., out in the open, no employees monitoring) buffets, for exactly this reason. There are certain universal social mores the infraction of which there are no excuses for, no possible defense accepted. The above is one, and the punishment for transgression of these mores…

I would have called this guy out as loud and as detailed as possible. “DID YOU JUST USE THE GOD DAMN SERVING LADLE TO EAT SOUP DIRECTLY FROM THE STORE DISPENSER WITHOUT PAYING FOR IT AND THEN PUT THE LADLE BACK INTO THE SOUP!?!”

Absolutely do not need to know the entire layout of someone’s home!! When they start out with it, I can scroll about three paragraphs down and find that I, indeed, did not need it. 

“It was 1985. See we had just moved to a small town in California from a different small town in Connecticut. My bedroom in my new house was about 30 sq ft bigger than my old bedroom. The bathroom was 10 paces from my bedroom and the carpet was orange. This matters, believe me.”

Here’s one: When I was in college, I sublet a house built with no foundation or insulation - about 100 yo. Only heating was from a woodstove. But it was CHEAP ($50/mo) so I dealt with it. Always heard things from the attic, but they turned out to be squirrels living there. One evening I’m reading with my cat in my…

I told this story a few years ago under a different burner account but I think it’s creepy enough for a re-tell, so here goes.

Same. The concept of Heaven, being really stingent about the physical body at the funeral, and resting next to each other for all eternity aren’t really Hindu concepts (at least not the way my husband’s family from the middle-India region practice it).

I’m calling shenanigans on Family Forever. Indians don’t get buried, they get cremated. Also, Pricilla Kumar from Modesto describes herself on Facebook as an “Entertainment Horror Journalist”:

Yeah that one was confusing and seemed more like a mournful loss of life than anything creepy. The random italicized sentences at the conclusion of the paragraphs also threw me out of my immersion in the story. 

Glad I’m not the only one who thought so. The overuse of italics really took me out of the narrative flow. 

Honestly, I thought that one was the least scary - it was so caught up in flowery language that it obscured anything scary in the story.