It makes excellent liner for birdcages.

That’s...a lot of garbage. You must have a lot of patience, I’d straight up murder my husband if he let that much shit pile up anywhere in our house. I’d be taking him out in pieces in those bags.

It fits me, too. I’m 39 and only in the last year or so I have I managed to get a grip on depression and start going after what I’ve wanted. And you know, it’s going pretty well even with all the little failures and setbacks that happen when you commit to something. I’m dealing with it and looking at those horrible…

And it pushes you down, so if you think you’re ready to try something; ready to take the risk of failing at it and trying again without being hard on yourself, depression says, “Really? That’s cute. If you wanted this thing, you would already have tried for it. And you didn’t - so you never wanted it that badly. Just…

And don’t stop at deleting - take all the shit you have, the cards, the ticket stubs, the dried flowers, the letters and notes, and all the rest of it and burn that shit to ash. All of it.

You’re right, I haven’t been to one, and I assume (I like to believe, anyway) that you are correct in that they don’t do victim blaming - but his line of “ why and how the women got in that situation in the first place” sure has a victim-blaming tone to it.

“It is absolutely not celebrating the crime of Jack the Ripper but looking at why and how the women got in that situation in the first place.”

That is just cool. If I had a cat and the extra cash, I would totally build one of these for my feline master.

Exactly. Dogs aren’t allowed to run free all over the neighbourhood (and rightly so) - and a person who did let their dog run free on a killing spree of birds and squirrels, or to fuck/fight other loose dogs in the yard at 2 a.m., or rummage through poorly secured garbage bins etc., would be called out as an…

I always thought, “Don’t shit where you eat.” was hard-wired into the human brain much the way it is for other mammals, but I guess not. That is fucking disgusting.

I wish people in my neighbourhood believed in this - there’s about six regular feline visitors to our yard (I think the bird bath and possibility of killing something attracts them here), three of which I’ve seen “Missing!” posters for in the last four months, and we end up clearing away a fair number of dead birds…

Thank you for this link! Awesome piece. I’m emailing a link to this straight to my father, as I know he’ll appreciate it (he’s a motorcycle fiend).

I’m a weird ginger. I had copper coloured hair as a toddler (fine, curly and definitely red) that went white blonde for several years (think Village of the Damned and you’d have it right) and then it darkened again to a reddish-blonde. More blonde when I lived in a city that put WAYYY too much chlorine in the water…

You are definitely not crazy, and you definitely didn’t deserve it. I hope that counseling is helping to undo all the gaslighting and abuse - you deserve so much more and so much better.

What a scumbag. Dr. Palmer is an unscrupulous, mouth-breathing, ego-driven, selfish, asshole. Whatever damage this does to his reputation and business is fully deserved. I have absolutely no pity or empathy for him.

Poo-Pourri is magical. I thought it was going to be some bullshit gimmick, but no, it actually works just as advertised.

Huckabee and Trump - how are these two ever allowed to talk in public? And why?

I figure since my first thought on seeing the picture that accompanies the headline was, “His mouth looks sort of like a butthole.” I’m also in the “no” camp.

And Ghost Boyfriends don’t have to go to school or work - they’re always at home, watching you sleep (and shower, and poop, and eat popcorn by putting your face in the bowl because you don’t want to get butter on the remote control...). This is going to be a best-seller. Get writing!

I’d like to add names ending in “ayden”, Madison, Neveah, Bella, MacKenzie (as a first name), and special snowflake spellings that look that typos that the kid will have to correct to the stupid spelling for the rest of their life after other people spell it correctly.