As much as I enjoy Last Week Tonight, once a week is really not enough John Oliver. I really wish he'd hung in there because he clearly would have made an excellent successor. How long is his contract with HBO? Think they can get him back? (And yeah yeah, I know, another white dude in late night, but in this case I…

This guy looks like he's spent more time on his hair in one day than I have on mine in the last year of my life.

Bwah! Love. I never did understand the "well don't you know BIG PHARMA makes ALL THE MONIES from vaccines!" My answer is always (aside from the fact that I doubt vaccines, which are largely given out for free, are the top money makers for pharmaceutical companies) the same: "SO WHAT?"

I can't even with any story even alluding to a sick baby, baby in peril, abused children, ANYTHING since having my own babies. I cry and cry. It's pathetic. Throw in adorable men doing good and I'm basically ceasing to exist.

It's like people who say things like "I don't care if you're black, white or PURPLE!" You just know they're about to say something fucking awful.

I think I was 11 or 12 and I wept big, snotty tears when they split. All while Jessie and Slater are singing "How am I supposed to live without you?" in the background? Shit, I STILL cry over that. (Even with this crappy quality YouTube video!)

Do you hear from a lot of parents who see chiropractors or other "alternative medicine" providers and getting anti-vax rhetoric from them? I've talked here before about my old friend who is now a very crazy chiro. The worst part is that she's incredibly smart, but I had to hide her crazy ass on FB a long time ago…

I was about to defend it as a favorite of my adolescence (I'm 35) and then I realized I'm far closer to 50 than to the age I was when this film came out (10), and I'm now going to spend the rest of the day weeping.

Oh yes, I'm pretty sure I suffered some kind of neurological event when Collinsworth (that fuck) started crowing with glee about the helmet catch and then they fucking showed it. It's possible I had a droopy eye for the rest of the night.

Without a doubt, this win meant the most for all the reasons you mentioned, but also because of what happened in those two Giants Super Bowl losses. What happened to Seahawks fans last night happened to the Pats twice in three years. It sucked so fucking hard. Last night was the greatest, in part because the same…

I get it. I threw a bottle...of beer...against the wall in 2003 when Aaron Boone hit his walk-off homer against the Red Sox in the ALCS. Definitely my lowest moment as a sports fan.

Oh noes not Big Pharma! Without them, my dad would be dead, but man what bastards! How dare they create life saving CHEMICALS!!

Yes! And I could be wrong but I believe his "frozen face" at the end is an ode to Jack Nicholson at the end of The Shining. A+ all around.

Waaaaaaaat?

Ooooh, I have a friend who went through something similar with the placenta and that is just awful, I'm so sorry! Congrats on your baby, I'm six weeks postpartum with #2 myself! This one there was less pain overall but I feel you on the horrific after-contractions. I didn't have that with #1, so I was bowled over by…

Yes to all of this. Funny, my first son was a somewhat hard birth (not really compared to others, but definitely compared to my second) and I was in love with him straight away. My second son sailed out of my vag on a painless rainbow in just a few short pushes, but now he is now a few weeks old and I'm still not "in…

HA, you don't get high from the epidural but the postpartum hormone and adrenaline rush absolutely can make you feel high. After my first son, I felt fucking fantastic for like 24 straight hours. Let me tell you, after a full day and night of feeling euphoric and amazing and telling everyone "I can't believe how easy…

Hell. YES. Because "they" didn't warn ME that my tits would just totally fucking refuse to make milk, and "they" didn't warn ME how heart-wrenchingly guilty this would make me feel when my first son failed to gain weight, and in fact lost—a lot. Women who act like breastfeeding is so easy and natural are the women for…

May I be pedantic? Pregnancy actually IS nine months. 40 weeks = 280 days. 280/30.4 (average length of months) = 9.2. Now, that extra .2 doesn't even really count, because that 40 weeks is calculated from the first day of your period. The moment you conceive you are actually already considered 2 weeks pregnant.

Yessss. "Jeremy Jordan, all right!" (Said in the style of a piece of wood.)