I just can't with this. You know what's disrespectful? Turning your fucking back on the Mayor of New York because you're upset that he, what? Talked about having to protect his son from police violence? Fuck right off with your jeansgate.

St. Germain is a running joke for me and my bartender friends who know what's up. If anybody is stuck on a cocktail creation..."Hey, did you try putting ranch in it?"

Of course it has St. Germain (elderflower liqueur). That shit is the ranch dressing of mixology; throw it in something you can't get right, and it still won't be "right," but people will like it.

I have a Sodastream and it makes for a nice mildly alcoholic Italian soda-esque drink.

I feel like I watched this on Lifetime!

At least it didn't happen in Tennessee. The deceased would be tried and imprisoned.

I didn't think I'd find that boring.

Go read the comments on the Washington Post YouTube page with the Barbara Bowman interview.

As a guy, I want to thank you for this article. I've never dealt with the kind of silencing and shaming that these women dealt with as a result of their decision to come forward. I probably never will. But having that process explained in all its particulars is enlightening and appalling. Reading about the lawyer who…

Based on past performance, I'd probably be a huge dick about it. This may explain some things.

This reminds me of two stories:

My sweet old lady coworker told me the other day: "I like art! Have you ever heard of Thomas Kinkade?" HEAD. DESK. SOUL. DESK.

Ok, I have always thought that my friend's wedding could be turned into a movie, and while not at the time, she now also completely agrees.

I can't write the whole Wedding From Hell story, because the details would identify the bride or groom, so I'm changing some of them so I can share this with you (the details are superficial and not exaggerated). Here is the setup:

A couple of waiters lost their serving trays of hors d'ouvres entirely until they began holding on to them grimly with both hands, and even then, some of the puff pastries told them to go fuck themselves and made bids for freedom

I've been to a lot of weddings, mostly those of strangers, because of various things I've been doing for the wedding/reception venues.

Yes, good, glad I'm not the only one who got a little stuck on that phrase.

I've shared this story before, but I was an usher(-ette, as my friend and I called ourselves) in a wedding that had the craziest "after party". My roommate from college and her now husband had a beautiful wedding and reception in his hometown. It was about an hour away from where she grew up, though, so most of her…

My bf and I went to his cousin's wedding about a year ago. The church ceremony went well and was beautiful. When we got to the dinner the drama started when the catering chef and florist decided to reignite their blood feud right then and there. Punches were thrown and chicken mole went flying everywhere. The cops…

Mmmm, cervical ripener.