When I was trying to decorate for Christmas as cheaply as possible (I think, excluding the tree, I did it for under $15. Joanne's clearance FTW), I decided to describe my home as 'haphazard'.

That's right. The most common ones that they talked about was these people from more privileged class backgrounds would say, my partner just has this family that's so expressive emotionally and so intimate, and they hang out with each other in a way that's kind of unimaginable in my family and they're just so…

Oh my gosh, the taste (like, actually taste in your mouth) thing is insanely accurate. My fiance and I don't have a class difference so much as a...location (?) difference (he grew up in a teeny tiny village in England, I grew up in Southern Louisiana in mid-sized towns and New Orleans). But he eats almost…

Me too, kinda. We need a new clothing policy, only as much clothes as you need to protect your skin. Are you welding? Wear pants. Strolling through the park on a sunny day? No clothes necessary.

Teaching men to not rape is the only valid way to prevent rape. These kinds of "rape prevention" ideas that put the responsibility on women for their own safety is just another tool for the rape culture to victim blame when rapes happen, because they didn't follow the "rape prevention" manual closely enough.

Barbara Ehrenriech writes about this in Nickel and Dimed—how for the working poor, their cigarette breaks are the only thing that are theirs. What's theoretical cancer compared to five precious minutes to themselves?

you have a reliable vehicle you own outright. fucking keep it.

After my divorce, times were tough until I finished school. I once bought a birthday cake for my son, who was a young tween and a constant worrier about everything, using food stamps. The lady in line behind me tsk tsked and made all sorts of comments under her breath until I turned around and asked her what was the…

For fuck's sake. It's none of your goddamn business!!!!! You're not the sole taxpayer contributing to these programs! If a parent wants to get their kid actual Cheerios instead of fucking CardboardCircleO's or whatever the generic shit is so they can feel like they're a fucking human being worthy of quality products…

I'm with you.

Oh, OH I JUST LOVE IT when actors I adore turn out to be lovely people. This was such a nice read.

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Well, thank you for the kind words, Mama.

That was a pleasure to read. Thank you.

Beautifully written!

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I have a theory about people who become wildly successful/famous on the level that Steve has achieved: their relationship with their past, pre-fame and success, is an either or proposition. Either they embrace it. Or they shed it like a snake sheds its skin, leaving it in the middle of the road, to dry up and blow…

Bad things about Steve Carrell: He is not, currently, my best friend.

Ummm... the tone of this article was really flippant. I'd love to see some more well-thought out posts about ISIS, how they view/treat women and children, and why/how these girls may have been convinced to leave their (comfortable?) lives and travel to a war zone. I know Jez isn't the NYT, but I think you guys could…

I would agree except for one thing: Imagine what working in a kitchen with these people would be like.