Or, like the “White Slavery” panic of the early 1900s that led to the Mann Act, it will be forgotten until society rediscovers the ghastly-yet-titillating idea of a damsel in distress whose maidenhead has been sullied by dirty dirty bad men who now hold her captive, forcing her to submit to the sexual whims of dozens…

Except it (sex trafficking) kind of is.

And racial profiling is no small matter, either. The fact that someone is asian and female is not a reason to assume that she is a victim in need of arrest “rescue.”

Hahhhahah that just broke my brain. And I’ve had coffee.

I like to remember him like this:

I’ve never seen Deer Hunter.

I read Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo when I was a kid, and it scared the bejeezus out of me. But I always wondered how Johnny got his arms, legs, ears, and face blown off, but retained a functioning package (a nurse throws him a pity-HJ one Christmas, and he does indeed reach…

10 days?!?!?!? That’s not even that long. Jeez, suck it up, you spoiled brats. There are countries that require 3 months of quarantine.

Also, I just realized her name is “Amber Heard” and not “Amber Head.” I’ve been calling her “Amber Head” in my head for years. Hm.

My bad; I was so mesmerized by this gif I posted my comment in the wrong place.

And yeah, let’s remember him how he was.

10 days?!?!?!? That’s not even that long. Jeez, suck it up, you spoiled brats. There are countries that require 3 months of quarantine.

Also, I just realized her name is “Amber Heard” and not “Amber Head.” I’ve been calling her “Amber Head” in my head for years. Hm.

No. Not in the US, anyway. If you’re an organ donor, you’re an organ donor.

Living donors usually donate to family members because they’re likely to be matches, but if you decide to be a living donor for a stranger, it’s anonymous both ways. There are ways to figure out where the kidney/marrow/whatever went later, if…

I’m pretty sure this was Jake’s problem in The Sun Also Rises (1926), no?

Ahhhh so that’s how it works?

Agreed on Disqus.

I can’t even figure out the rules. Are you permanently ungreyed, or just this time? Who does the ungreying, and what qualifies one to be ungreyed? It’s all a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in comment box.

I don’t even bother commenting most of the time because I know no one will see it anyway.

Holy shit.

...why, at this point, does she even care if her kid makes the varsity cheerleading squad in high school? God, how sad for that woman. And her kid.

Ok, I’ll bite. No, I wouldn’t, because (and I’m going by the photos here), despite its skimpiness, it’s not even flattering on her.

Ok the first paragraph was a little meh...

...but your very punny conclusion made this entire day worth living. Kudos, my friend.

Yes. Exactly.

Join a synchronized swim team. I’m serious.

Or just join any kind of club—Stitch n Bitch, a book club, etc.

Sometimes bars have weekly or monthly events, like trivia night or whatever. Maybe start doing that. Do married people do that kind of stuff alone? Whatever, make your husband come with you. Maybe he wants to…

Yes, I worried about the same thing. Also, I didn’t want to touch my father or my uncle as much as they seemed to want me to, and I didn’t have anything beautiful or poetic to say. Fuck em, it’s none of their business how much pain this causes you.

I am so sorry.

My dad had MS and various other health problems (sorosis, schizophrenia, opiate addiction, etc.). He died in 06. It was horrific.

Last year I watched—literally—my uncle/godfather die after living with AIDS (and neurological damage from meningitis, which he got soon after he was diagnosed with HIV, and a…

If you’re so willing to talk about this, why didn’t you respond to my comment here: