But where does he end and the bear-skin rug begin?

That was my first response, too. But here in Thailand there was a guy who "donated" 11 methamphetamine pills (called Yaa Baa "crazy medicine") to a disaster relief organization and suggested they sell the drugs and use that money for a flood victim effort. I mean, his heart was in a good place... kinda. But WTF - I…

Really? 'Cause I read your comment and immediately thought that was optimism.

"Being a woman means constantly proving yourself." There, fixed that for you.

I live in Thailand and have met my fair share of ESL/TEFL 20-something "teachers." They are the DUMBEST.

Hard to tell from that Instagram image on the post above what direction she's facing, but pointing one's feet toward the Mosque would be inappropriate. Not nearly so bad to the western palate as those comments though.

I'm with you here. And they're necessary for "the clothes make the man" to make any sense at all. Plus, and maybe this is me being a creeper, "nude yoga" sounds like the stuff of nightmares.

Same deal with bouncers in bars/clubs. At my job we employed the largest men in the world and they were bored as hell and easily escalated pretty mild situations of drunk assholes into brawls. The one or two token small guys weren't keen to fight and could diffuse a situation and escort someone outside without…

Am I alone in believing that one can read literature in public without it being a subliminal or explicit message about one's sexuality or mores? Or have the hipsters actually won?

I'd guess because just like heat, extreme cold also kills bacteria - which is what's to blame for the stink. They eat your secretions and poop out bad smells.

Yeah, that announcement was always the death knell for me. Saying "don't worry, I'm a great tipper" is like saying "don't worry, I'm great in bed." Never, ever true.

Both my parents used Old Spice since probably forever and I totally associate the scent of it with the two of them; although probably a bit more with my mom. I'm torn between the "hooray" of defying gender norms and the "boo-hiss" of brand loyalty by wearing it myself.

Yeah, but there are more of us.

In my neck of the woods we call 'em "refrigerator magnet" tattoos. Just all scattered and shit.

When I was in college in NY I had to take a red eye flight back home for winter break and as a result found myself waiting for a bus on 125th St. in Harlem at 2 AM. I was the only white person and only woman on the street and as I walked to the stop and waited under the glass enclosure I noted that the black men…

"Nobody had the clear upper hand." Just to clarify here: Zimmerman had a gun and Martin had Skittles. I'm not going into a whole thing about what transpired, but the gun ALONE is an unquestionable "upper hand" indicator.

It's no use, friend - she's got all that burn cream. Invincible.

The BBC is brilliant at this kind of thing. Plus, a new generation of little kids could get all excited about getting to play the characters and hopefully not shoot through puberty between the first and second installments, but rather grow gradually with the series as is more appropriate for the span of the story.

The guy who says "I'm not good at sex... you look like you're pretty good at it," when you are both partially clothed and headed in the direction of sorting out that statement/assumption.

His acting has not changed one iota.