Lol, no. 20 years ago was exactly when the effective drug cocktail went into general clinical use and even before that, most straight people were seriously not at all worried about contracting HIV. People not predisposed to casual sex might have used fear of AIDS as an excuse not to engage, but people who were…

Counterpoint: “/s” is weakness, those who require it should be left behind.

I don’t even care about the legalistic arguments, I just want to locate the white actor(s) that complained and shame them.

Jon Lovitz burner account revealed.

That is the cutest picture.

DeNiro was 55 when his son Elliot was born.

His character in The Handmaid’s Tale movie was far more comforting than the character in the book.

To be fair, engineering is kind of its own overwhelming asshole worldview and if any field were capable of molding all its practioners into a white male mindset that would be it.

Whatever you do, DO NOT LOOK AT YOUR PORES.

I was referring specifically to the camps, which are the most loosely supervised so of course they only let the prisoners in them who behave themselves for the most part. Sounds like your cousin is in the low security prison, not the satellite camp.

Solitary confinement is basically slow motion torture, human beings aren’t meant to spend so much time alone and with so little stimuli.

I’ve spent most of my life in the Magical Midwest, dumbass. I’ve pissed outdoors many times. Never on a mailbox, though, because of the inferior aiming position of the lady squat.

Because the Divergent series is actually Purgatory, the characters who survive are played by the actors who have the most to atone for.

That comment will likely sting your husband for years.

It’s even easier to figure out who her husband is and now his humiliation and internal shame has been broadcast to a wide audience. Even if she got his ok to share the message and explain why it was so potent, there’s an obvious element of coercion there in that she got paid to write this so sharing his shame is his…

Yeah, the fact that her response to her spiritual breakthrough and dying friendship was to immediately pitch the story to Jezebel makes me think she is not being her best self in this moment.

I feel sorry for the husband.

It was one of the strangest things I’ve ever read in the New Yorker. He seemed to admire her writing as if she were drafting the description of a gilded cage for a Sotheby’s catalogue, with no awareness of what any of it meant.

Franzen’s argument about Wharton was so much worse than that. He said she was a great writer, but between her creative talent and her wealthy background the only thing that made her remotely sympathetic as a human being was the fact that “she wasn’t pretty.”

I guffawed when I saw that, but I’m not sure it will stand up to scrutiny and deeper consideration.