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This is a Dateline special’s wet dream. Crazy ladies! Yoga! Fraud!

This sort of excuse-making is part of what’s wrong with our community. If someone has to throw chairs at people to do their job, fuck them. We deserve better.

Worst: the little girl performing pukes because a)she’s under huge pressure b)she’s trying to please so many people and c)her body’s under huge stress as a dancer. When you’re older you might wear that shit as a badge of honor (many, many times pushing myself until puking while playing collegiate sports), but when

I’ve been hearing about this shit for years, Thank god the truth finally came out

The new atmosphere requires and elicits action, and the number of accusations thrown both at Profiles and Cox make the theater’s denial of the situation almost laughably unimpressive. They told the Reader, “We take personnel issues very seriously, but we will not comment on groundless allegations.” (They also appear

The Internet has it’s unfathomable evils, such as allowing me to post inane, slightly drunken posts on jezebel, but what a godsend it has been during horrible situations such as this one. Women, and men, feel emboldened and safe to come forward in numbers, and the assholes, rapists, and abusers, often the most

You can come out now.

Shit, those are the girls that made me hide behind my desk at recess in first grade...and I’m a dude!

You bettah off.

It would be fantastic if 100 years from now shit like this didn’t happen, anywhere in the world. Is that too much to hope for? You keep thinking all the unnecessary sacrifice is a just a bridge from dark ages that apparently refuses to fucking die already. Only a god is supposed to judge sin upon death, not stupid,

Aliens are observing a planet of grown adults watching a child dance to “grind up on him girl, show him how you ride it”

I puked on this guy 2 grades above me who kept giving my 15 year old ass shots of whiskey like it was nothing. I’m pretty sure he was trying to get me blackout drunk so he could hook up with me. But luckily my body came through and vomited all over him :)

And it just figures that of course they’re the ones who get to do things like attend tapings of So You Think You Can Dance. And everyone in class thinks they’re so cool when they tell the story about it. But the little girl hiding under her desk, she knows the truth.

Out of fairness to your vagina, your son was closer to 8 lbs.

For those of you who have not given birth, allow me two descriptions of what that’s like based on my births, a c-section and a VBAC.

That poor woman’s vagina!

I thought by the time I was ready to have children they’d have beaten this thing and we’d be brave new worlding babies in a lab. But now I’m 30.

He’s not a mini sumo wrestler.

Sweet lord almighty. That is the most terrifying thing a pregnant lady could ever see.

Actually, Bristol, there are.