“...so can my other melanin-deprived sisters.”

And what exactly would be “helping”? Treating them with respect? Nah, respect has to be earned not given.

No, says person who believes screaming at any woman when she’s with her three young children is way the fuck over the line.

Not really. It’s more like saying “you guys that handle life preservers should go look for life preservers, while those of us that have no access to them will see if we can think of different ways to help.” It’s not like this tech conference is calling for politicians to abandon political efforts to address poverty.

Because, regardless of whether their “plans” were based in reality, relied on facts or, in fact, were even actual “plans” and not just slogans, one candidate went to rust belt and manufacturing towns and said “I’m gonna save your town, I’m gonna bring your jobs back and we’re gonna make America great again” while the…

Out of this whole, entire story, this is what bothers you?

For a minute there I was afraid Bret Easton Ellis was writing the movie.

I’m in disbelief at reading this article and alternating between awe and sadness for Noah Schnapp.

Lately I’ve been really feeling this conflict surrounding the Brock Turner case (and the other ones like it). Because on one hand, I’m 100% against rape. On the other, I’m not the wrath and punishment sort.

In with the requisite “I wish lots of things about Mads Mikkelsen, none of which involve us being related” joke

I can confirm this is all true. After doing some research, I am convinced that I am slower, fatter, lazier clone of my 20 year old self.

“Bro, how much you bet me I can’t stop that copter from taking off?”

Bucky with the good hair

Whoo-hoo-hoo, look who knows so much. It just so happens that your friend here is only MOSTLY dead. There’s a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive. With all dead, well, with all dead there’s usually only one thing you can do.

I literally am 37 and feel like I am too young to date a 37 year old. I get hit on by a 45 year old and I feel like I’m being preyed upon by a pervert. “But he’s old.” I don’t know who I think I’m fooling, besides myself.

I just don’t need kids going to jail for pinching butts.

RIP, carnivale. One of the greates, most under rated shows of all time. I've always gotten a carnivale-vibe from American Gods too, which explains why I like it so much.

I still believe with all my heart that Eddie Izzard, who has starred in several Fuller productions to amazing success, would have been a perfect Mr Wednesday, but Ian McShane is good too. Maybe a little more in the proper age range without needing makeup if I'm honest.

That’s why I always pictured Charles Dance as Wednesday.