She survived the fucking Siege of Leningrad (!!) only to be mowed down by a cop with 2 previous similar accidents. Unbelievable.

Except if Ledisi was able to perform at the Grammys, she'd gain a much wider audience, one that Beyonce already has.

I was put off by Beyoncé's performance a little bit because she struggles with the low end of her register (beginning of song) but mostly because of her "emotional delivery" (for lack of better phrase) of the song. Like...not exactly happy 'n smiling lyrics, hello. Would have enjoyed seeing Ledisi perform.

Thank You! Even my dumb atheist ass knows gospel songs need some church, some oomph, some gut punch. Beyonce had none.

Okay, fine, but the children and correctly bundled up and kept warm. The article above clearly states that a) these kids had neither gloves or hats on and b) one of the children was not sleeping but was crying. Not quite the same thing.

Those kids look bundled up. The quote from the above story says the kids left in the car, crying, were not. Not quite the same thing.

god, khakis are GROSS

I disagree about Lydia Wickham. Her children would be raised by the internet while she played Farmville or obsessed about who slighted her on Twitter.

The reason this site has a "bad reputation" is because women speaking their minds in a not nice way scares people.

I fucking hated Dawn. And are you crazy?!? Claudia was the best BSBer.

Claudia is the best one. I don't know how anyone could disagree. Dawn sucks. I don't get the Mallory hate that seems so common though.

Cathy Dollanganger: total anti-vaxxer.

The men who call women "females" would say that they would have no problem using the term "male" interchangeably with "man." The fact that they never do any such thing seems to escape them completely.

It's more an aversion to the drooling, red-faced sweats at the dinner table. Some of us are Irish, and have to work up to anything more flavorful than a potato.

I feel the hot take earthquake off the coast of New England—tsunami should be hitting all major metro areas of the U.S. by tomorrow morning.

I love you because you wrote HIPAA correctly.

you don't know the way to write poetry

You have to understand. Amanda Palmer's end game is that everyone except Amanda Palmer dies. Neil Gaiman is the last one to go, and once his shadow is lifted her sun is just a little bit brighter. Then Amanda Palmer stands alone, glorying on her hilltop, all ukelele no panties for just a moment, until she realizes she…

Maybe its like a jock cup, but has written affirmations on it.

MY PENIS WANTS A LITTLE HAT