I am so happy with my own decision to NEVER PUSH A HUMAN BEING OUT OF MY BODY EVER IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM. I become more comfortable with it with each passing year and terrifying article.

Yeah, it was great to read about it but she does cross a few lines with the Donda line and the over insistence that “drugs are cool, man”. Yes, when prescribed to you, they can be relaxing bc they are needed but a lot of people abuse them and struggle NOT abusing them so I’m not sure its the best thing to be talked…

Amen to that. The only thing I snarked in my head over was

Kara, once you and Ed become BFFs, I sincerely hope you will be candid with him about how stupid that lion tattoo is.

Do we know if the baby had an older toddler sibling? Older toddler siblings can be mean little bastards.

I want to say yes, but I also gotta say when you find something that makes you look incredible you should rock that shit.

Also it only works in 8% of people! And if you’re one of those 8% you’ll have an average of 0.5 more sexual “events” per month!

I just wanted to click over his butt and wave my cursor over it repeatedly, idgaf if that’s creepy, bc butts.

I'm not sure how having a child with autism makes it okay to berate restaurant staff for not providing food that they do not offer on their menu.

The other day, I saw her book in a bookstore and moved it back to the fiction section.

Is it going too far to say that I hope that that pseudoscience peddling, smelling her own farts loving, bullshit fearmongering witch gets some kind of non lethal, non crippling but really annoying medical affliction, like endless plantar fasciitis?

Honestly, I don’t want to see shit food babe has to say about anything.

Can’t wait to see how smug Food Babe gets about this.

Pinkham’s law.

Dude, the “no grill lines on grilled food cooked on a grill” assholes should just fucking suck it up and actually order what they want. That being: “Please, is it possible for the chef to pan fry the normally grilled blahblah? My kid won’t eat things with marks of any kind, but he loves your marinade.”

We’re coming home along the Thruway and decide to stop at McD’s. There’s a woman and smallish kid in front of us getting huffy and I can tell this won’t end well. And in due time she starts yelling at the cashier, “Why is everything more expensive here? This is ridiculous! You’re ripping people off!” and so on, as the…

Actually, that Starbucks manager should have called that guy out, the second time he tried to claim it was his birthday. (As well as allowing him to get a $6.50 item for $3.50 or whatever.) It would have saved the writer endless amounts of bullshit, as I’m sure Mr. Marker wouldn’t have come it at all, were he to have…

I could defend being in the position of dealing with a small child who is a picky eater. But that doesn’t mean it’s the restaurant staff’s responsibility to go out of their way to deal with it, too.

Dear dining public:

Down here we’re all vagina pool floats. We FLOAT.