A few thoughts:

All I could think as I was doing deep breathing in the car this morning to keep from driving off the road in sobs was, OH MY GOD, HOW ARE HIS PARENTS EVEN SURVIVING ONE MINUTE OF THIS DAY???

The bookending of this dirt bag made me imagine Chris Brown's outpatient anger management counselor opening a session with "So Chris. Your ex-girlfriend spent $17,000 at a strip club with your arch nemesis. Put the chair down, Chris. Let's talk about what's happening right now on the *inside*."

"ROB COME PLAY XBOX WITH ME (I do not have an Xbox but I have a lot to say about rape culture and Jennifer Lawrence's new haircut)."

HAHAHAHA! Never has an emoticon looked so dead-on like an actual person. God bless.

Beside the point I know, but I have a cousin with cerebral palsy, and ever since he was about 12, he's used the word "regular" as a really effectively scathing diss. Like "ugh - everyone told me to see Juno like it was gonna change my life, and it was just so fucking REGULAR." It's caught on among a small circle,…

Totally fair. I was using the lost art of pager code in high school, to plan such adventures as meeting for coffee at 5 ("607733 87 5"), which means we were both fucking awesome in high school.

I blame the Twitters.

I thought the whole thing was fine, and sort of winky, and annoying in that way where they clearly think that if they make a self-conscious joke about it, people can't be mad at them for it anymore. I thought the whole thing was just whatever, until the very last line, the one about "unless we fall in love with some…

Aw man. I'm so sorry. The only thing worse than having such a horrifying thing happen to you is to have someone constantly present in your home life blaming you for it (however indirectly) and angrily second-guessing how you reacted. What an asshole.

this made my stomach turn over.

Damn I miss Salt n Pepa. And I always had so much respect for Spindarella, always delivering, never needing top billing.

I posted it earlier today in this thread.

The second time was 8 or 9 years later. I had dropped out of college after one year, moved back to San Francisco, and was working as a legal assistant in the financial district. It was a strange time in my life; I remember it mostly as a haze of numbness and boredom.

NOOOOOOO!!!! You just made me remember something that I keep successfully repressing and then remembering every few years. Christ in the motherfucking tub.

Opinions about this aside, I would very much like to know how she works full time and does not have a nanny. I have merely one baby rather than three (what's my excuse for such underachieving reproduction?!), and I work only part time, and I have to have a nanny for the days I work. Because I can't bring my child to…

I agree wholeheartedly with your post, and with (almost) all of the replies. I will add that even though Jezebel disappoints at times (maybe a lot of the time, maybe even an increasing amount of the time), the main reason why I am such a die-hard reader is that I feel like this site is so much more than the articles…

Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!

Agreed. I am actually a little surprised by the sincerity of my, like, *feelings* about this kid. Back when she was doing the comical duckface/peace sign pose all over the place and spaz-cackling her way through interviews, I disliked her with an honesty usually reserved for, I don't know, actual people I actually…

while i support the loose premise of the song (if you want nice things you need to work for them, etc), i vaguely wish that the type of work represented wasn't all apparently sex work. i love me some sex workers, don't get me wrong, but women can, and in fact do, work in other fields. couldn't we have also had a…