You know, we can have more than one hero at a time.

I always feel protective towards Rocco as he and my son are the exact same age, and they were both preemies. Dude is 14, FOURTEEN! So maybe give him a few more years before we start commenting on his looks. Remember 14? It was godawful.

I’m sorry talk therapy hasn’t helped you. It has absolutely made an enormous and positive impact on my life.

I’d put a caveat on that—talk therapy with no defined goal and end date is a scam. A good therapist will help you define goals, develop a timeline for meeting them, and frankly will push you out of the nest if things linger to the point where it’s clear they’re not helping.

Blind idiot is blind.

Oh. Oh, no. The panty tattoo - the pantoo? - I just cannot.

I asked my now husband to marry me about a year after we moved in together. We’d been dating around 6 years at that point. We’re both very pragmatic people and talked openly about marriage and kids many times before.

This is why I think proposals should be more of a formality that happens after there has been some kind of discussion about marriage and both parties know you're on the same page.

My grandma was a total badass and trailblazer, and my grandpa was shy and sweet. Family lore holds that one morning he was heading out to do chores and she said “I thought I’d make us some cake this afternoon and have the pastor over.” He assents. She adds “...And then I thought while he’s here we could get married.”
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I would pop the question if my bf would let me. He requested that be the one traditional thing I allow him to do. He’d consider taking my name if I wanted him to, is a total feminist, digs that I am the entertainment career lady etc. but just asked that he be allowed to pop the question. I’m cool with it....but hurry…

I see myself as transcorporeal. This physical form is just an affectation of biological circumstance. I really identify as a ghost.

Seconded. She’s not exactly a celebrity anymore, and it’s clear she has some problems. I wish Jez/Gawker et al. would leave well enough alone.

I am 5’5.5. Kit’s eyes are flush with mine although he is leaning slightly. I’d say 5’6 and not a half-inch taller. (P.S. He is a genuine and lovely fellow. Also, he smells really good.)

“Did God do this? Nobody knows. Did the Flying Spaghetti Monster impregnate a space hippo and give birth to the world? Nobody knows.”

The problem is not that she’s a white person leading an NAACP chapter. The problem is that she’s a white person who seemingly lied about being black and then headed an NAACP chapter.

Calling your colorist on it while she’s working her craft. You’re remarkably brave.

She’ll have a gofundme & interview on foxnews by this afternoon

We don’t do showers in the UK; they’re viewed as grasping and tacky. But if I got an invitation stating no boxed gifts, my gift would be lots of tupperware boxes, individually wrapped.

The loudest person in my building is an upper white class male.