You are a perfect, beautiful tropical flower, and I thank you for this gift of wonderful commentary you have bestowed on us mere mortals.

As I mentioned to a previous commenter, he is busy campaigning for that Agent Orange blowhard, much to my deep embarrassment. Sunday, Monday, no happy days.

He’s too busy soapboxing for Trump, much to my deep humiliation. I am unfortunately not in charge of his days or his nights, his wrongs or his rights . . .

That would be ideal, though hard to orchestrate. I have never purchased from Zara, but don’t plan on doing so in the future. Hopefully this will garner just enough negative press to have some kind of an effect on their bottomline.

I’m sure you’re right that that is their angle. And things can get slippery when it comes to artistic license and how it’s hard to copyright artistic expression. But these are such blatant copies, I would hope she could have a case strictly from the intellectual/artistic property side of things.

WOW. They are awfully brazen about it, aren’t they? Most of those don’t have any tweaks to the originals whatsoever. I can’t stand this entitled bullshit. “We’re a corporation bigger than these independent artists, we can do whatever we damn well please and hide behind expensive lawyers while we do it.”

I decided my abuser would not become a ghost that scared me and followed me around, that he would hold no power over me moving forward. But I’m be damned if I forgave him.

After facing my own abuse (near daily for the first four years of my life, which I promptly repressed and relived as a teenager), I remember my mom giving me what is still the very best piece of advice centered around the whole ordeal:

My computer is now covered in chewed-up carrot and Diet Coke, but thank you for this.

It may or may not have taken me about 15 seconds to figure out which one was Reese.

Pretty much. Anytime my dad starts to say something about him, the conversation always goes like this:

You, and this, are perfection.

Last year, my dad requested the day off for my niece’s first birthday, which was the weekend after my daughter’s first birthday. Just two weeks before, he had to take 2 days off because my mom was having surgery. So, 4 days over a month-long period, in a job where he works mostly 6 days a week (more than was agreed…

Mostly Irish here, have heard several members of my family say essentially the same thing. I just sigh, shake my head, and put on more 50SPF sunblock.

The term cracks me up because by adding the word “reverse,” it implies that white people are inherently racist, and therefore any racism against them is a reversal of their natural state of racist-ness. So, in flapping their arms hysterically and crying “reverse racism,” there are in fact outing themselves as racist.

Good.

But by your own definition, “woman” to “women” IS a typo, since you explicitly stated it’s hitting the wrong key.

Two girls at my middle and high school with the same first, MIDDLE, and last names.

I was LITERALLY singing “Put Your Dick Away” on the way into work this morning. She is hi-larious.