I guess none of them has issues with foundation transfering. Heck, I can’t wear a white shirt without managing to get a scuff of beige on the edge.

Frames the face yo. Anything drawing / reflecting light to the face is good, and you can’t wear a diamond necklace every day.

Sure, it’s a throwaway comment, but I see a lot of people being like “lol ultimatums” in the comments, and I think that can be a bit of an unthinking kneejerk response that is especially unfair to women. There is a lot of socialization that pushes us to roll our eyes or demonize women who want to get married and push…

Fun fact: my parents’ dog hated Nancy Grace. When her show was on (or a promo for her show), this scrappy little terrier/lab mutt would bare her teeth and grow at the TV until we changed the channel.

Correct. And every white hair that shows up on my ginger head marks my descent into insanity.

You know that Lindsay Lohan is doing OK because she returned to having red hair. It’s the barometer of ginger well being.

I’m a reporter who often covers crime. You got to never forget you’re dealing with humans who have lost someone. Reporters often make horrible, horrible, horrible, and hysterical jokes about crime/arson/corruption so you don’t go home and turn on the gas, but you don’t do in front of the people affected. That’s for…

You didn’t just say you had conflicting feelings. You said you understand why the white woman acted the way she did. You empathized with a racist. You chose the side of a woman who attacked another for being Black. (and, yes, when you call us nigger you are attacking us for being Black. I don’t give a fuck what else…

“If they were talking shit on her dead child”

Um. There are no comparisons in grief, and this woman’s probably at the end of her rope. But if you think that excuses this behavior I’d like to introduce you to Mike Brown’s mother. And Tamir Rice’s mother. And etc.

Well, sure, but that’s not an explanation unless you’re suggesting that journalists, by virtue of choosing the job itself, are tacitly giving people permission to shove, threaten, and scream at them. Journalism involves telling people about shitty things that happened that they should know about. Again, what did this…

Yeah except I went to one of these concerts and waved my hands like I didn’t care.

Most people do not think this at all, in my experience. The reason for dumping is to 1) prevent engorgement which can be excruciating and 2) to make sure milk supply remains well-established by telling your body that you would usually be nursing at that time, so keep producing. No one I have ever spoken to in 10 years…

We stopped thinking about tomorrow.

I really hate hoverers. If you are going to hover, and make a mess, WIPE THE SEAT YOU BARBARIAN.

I use the urinals in the men’s room at work every day. Do you know how many dicks I see? None. Because nobody just drops trou in a men’s room and stands there with his dick hanging out.

Oh god. Whatever. Unless you are whipping them out and showing them to her, the fact is that she’ll see a man’s back standing at a urinal. If she’s a curious girl (and most children are) she might stare (good time to teach a child not to) and look to see a flacid penis mostly covered by a dude’s hands/pants, peeing…

Stop sexualizing a 5-year old, she’s going potty, not checking out “other guys dick.”

This. My mom has bipolar disorder, and it’s infuriating how figurative that term’s become. Like, no, changing one’s mind often or being mercurial isn’t the same thing. At all. And it’s insulting to anyone that either suffers from the disorder or has a loved one that does to cheapen it that way.

I miss Sassy so much. This would never have happened in Sassy! I’m gonna go put on my combat boots and babydoll dress and sulk in the corner until it’s over.