I hear you. Thank you for speaking up. Solidarity is the best medicine we’re going to get right now, I fear.

So we’re supposed to tolerate bigots and happily go elsewhere, but cops are too dainty to be asked to leave private places where they’re not wanted. I smell snowflake.

If you actually think these people aren’t hiding a voluntary political belief (gay hatred) behind a thin veneer of religious conviction (their fellow adherents don’t all agree homos are the devil for a reason), then you’re not being honest with yourself or you’re deliberately lying to us. And that’s the actual slippery…

Now I am imagining them taking their business elsewhere, buying their lunch, and enjoying the rest of the day. Done. I need a ciggy.

That was definitely their goal, plus pretend these were candid reactions. If you agree to be filmed, you’re not having a “candid reaction,” folks! Fuck this genre of commercial. It’s like idjit domestic car companies getting complete tools to pretend some clunky sedan is Just Like a Merc, But Better!

Exactly. They were there to do business—a review afterwards and a filmed reaction during—and are instead told the only way they can be paid to eat the food is to agree to help Glad pretend it improves restaurant-quality food. That’s shitty. There are plenty of ways to have done this correctly, and there are also…

All these shithead Internet Tough Feminists, grey and otherwise, telling us how they’d never let themselves get in this situation.

Wasn’t there an SVU episode about this? I saw it on the Brit version.

He’s like that kid in elementary school who used to shaky trace other people’s line drawings and then submit them to the spring art fair as an original piece. He’s not even as shamelessly tacky as a Joe Orton collage.

Feel free to keep pointing that out, it’s exactly the kind of apologia spam that will let them get away with it again

Mebbe he made a “peeping” noise, like a baby bird, while pissing on a child.

Also, let’s not forget those meta-takes, where the amateur detective is nominally “helping” to solve the crime they secretly committed. Maybe this is the meta- meta-version. A fellow novelist needed to rid herself of a secret lover (the lady up top’s husband) and a rival (the lady up top herself) in one fell swoop. I…

Everything that Lady Gaga does always seems a teensy bit fake and deliberate.

Wow, I almost want to rent it someday so I can buzz past the non-Chappelle bits. I didn’t know he was in this.

What a coincidence, one of my own regrets in life is also that the sublime Viola Davis appeared in this dreck.

So you’re a romance cum suspence novelist truther, basically. We’re all ignoring an epidemic of misandrist proportions right under our very noses and clad in an anachronistic bodice.

She had a cunning plan, but she should have stuck with the turnips.

But the husband would still be alive and she’d be drowning in unsalted saltines (the worst of all oxymorons) and stuck with a fanboy and his bullshit children’s book that sells better than hers.

Those who can, do (and keep their wits about them and their traps well shut). Those who can’t, write the shoddy instruction manual that, in future, will earn a second printing as Exhibit 1.

That’s not what your links say at all, chief.