My first thought was, really, you need to ask advice?

It makes it worse. Most decent humans wouldn’t have that word in their back pockets for when they’re really really would. You know who does? Racists and people who believe being angry is an excuse to cut people deep. Either one is a sign that you hitched your wagon to the wrong person. GTFO or be with an asshole. Your…

$500 and send it to every man on Facebook whose profile pic is a wedding day photo.

That’s when you go to your wife and say “Nice try sweetie.”

Yessssss, thank you! I still get mad about that. Remember how bad the past two years were for her? She gets caught sleeping with Spike by her ex, who brings his hot wife to town, she works at a fast food place, in the previous season she DIED, and had to deal with the torment of being ripped from a heaven-verse, then…

The scene where Spike tried to bite Willow in the dorm room is a true classic.

I began to really dislike some of those characters around that point in the show. You want to live in with your friend, who has a nice big house but limited means to pay for it? Maybe pay her some fucking rent.

you are correct!

So, I could be wrong, but I think the writers left that episode ending ambiguous on purpose, when they are like, “aha, a soul for you” at the very end you’re supposed to think: was that his intention the whole time? Or did he go there to get his chip removed and this is a trick punishment from the higher being…

Every time I rewatch, I still have to stop myself from yelling HOW DARE YOU throughout season 7.

Guess there’s a reason there are no prophesies about a Slayer AND HER FRIENDS!!! *glares*

Don’t even get me started on their betrayal over all the Potentials.

lol the extent to which I am protective of Buffy against occasional Scoobie hateration is really pathological. I identify way too strongly with her, so every season at the penultimate “THE GANG IS MAD AT BUFFY” episode I was like “FUCK’EM, BUFFY, YOU DON’T NEED’EM!”

My husband, who never watched Buffy, used to play basketball with Marc Blucas, (Riley), at a pick up game. He said he was the nicest guy ever, and an absolute beast on the court, playing a bunch of tiny Los Angeles executive types, it must have been funny to see. He runs into my husband every now and then and always…

There is a fantastic book about how fucked up Bikram yoga (and bikram the man) is called Hell Bent. The author reported from a teacher training and even went so far as to join their backbending club.

Look, I know we’re supposed to warmly accept everybody these days without asking questions or showing the faintest hint of confusion or disgust... but come on, man.

His smugness about his taste buds makes me wanna cram a strip of undercooked liver in his mouth.

You sound like a misognist who comments on the Daily Mail. Don’t come back here.

I mean seriously though? At the end of the day we’re talking about a highly produced, 3-minute music video that was churned out of a profit machine modernly designed to capture views, incite tween worship, and generate revenue for the ultra wealthy.

Speak for yourself, Clover Hope. Cranston won my heart as a weird, beleaguered dad in Malcom in the Middle long before he got serious and started dealing meth for Emmys.