I’ve never stolen a GIF faster. Thank you for my first laugh of the day.

+1 shiny happy person

Bravo Zulu to this indeed.

While I am glad about this, what about all the “rape kits” (forgive the use of quotes, but I hate that name) that sit unanalyzed?

There’s a Uranus joke there somewhere.

She was well within her rights to tell me to piss off so she could her enjoy her overpriced, bastardized Japanese food. In fact, that was what I fully believed would happen. But she didn’t and I always admired her after that.

When I lived in LA, I saw her once at Katsuya in Brentwood. I broke LA decorum and said hi. She was very gracious and we chatted for a few minutes. There’s no point to this story, honestly. I just think she’s great and I hope that the force she puts behind EMILY’s List adds to the good in this world. That’s all.

Here, The Cheat, have a trophy!

I am not lying when I say that I sit, rapt with attention, when my wife tells me of the glory days of Jezebel and Gawker commenting. COTD was for real.

Consider it done. New petition. Sign here.

Same response. I want to come up with one witty response, as a vagina-deficient individual. But I don’t have one because you’re absolutely right and there’s nothing further that I could add.

As a fellow anxiety-haver, I understand.

Truth. So much truth. It fits so painfully well. I wish I had a witty response, but I just want wine.

Okay. New petition. Petition to have Louie replace Andy Cohen for NYE. Honestly, it would be the only way I’d tune in.

Petition to bring back COTD and to make Louie the mascot because omg.

Your dog is so cute. Also, COTD.

I’m sorry, but do you mean to tell me that the person who brought the Real Housewives into existence is less somehow offensive than someone who unabashedly demonstrates her vitriol toward 45*? Cool.

Please forgive — I’m terrible at Kinja. I can’t speak for her, so I won’t, but I can say that the world of child psychiatry is a nebulous one. Very little research has been done and there are very few well-trained child psychiatrists (and they take gigs in Midtown Manhattan, not forensic facilities). As such, it isn’t…

This is my newest favorite thing/pants-shittingly scary nightmare (thanks to my legit pathological fear of birds).