How did they keep this so hush hush for such a long time?!

I know my daughter got stronger over the course of last year and she only goes once a week.

God forbid the Hindu kids, kids who keep kosher or halal, or vegetarian kids get one day a week where they don't have to eat side dishes or half-assed afterthought dishes. Everyone knows if you accidentally eat a single meal that doesn't have meat in it, you will die of anemia before dessert.

That's what I was thinking. His stance is a lot more narrow than hers, which is a harder style of push-up, but he's not lifting his whole body. He's just bobbing his torso up and down... like a seal. I don't know who is teaching those cadets their form, but they just got wicked schooled by a tween.

Yeah, I feel that her workspace has very little do the show and I don't see the character's profession as something that defines her or is integral to her identity. They could have done more research about what a gyno's office is actually like before placing the story in that setting. I know Kaling's mom was a gyno…

I think that Mindy has a good point. I watch the show and love her - but her show doesn't really cover any serious medical issues. It's not like they've talked about STDs when 1/2 sexually active young adults gets one. I know that it's disappointing that we skirt around the issue of abortion on television, but I don't…

I feel that if Kaling's show actually did go beyond her character - who is incredibly shallow and unlikeable at times - the show might be more interesting. As it is, the show could be doing more to comment on serious issues (doesn't necessarily have to be abortion) and explore how her character would respond to those…

I really can't blame Mindy for not wanting to have an abortion storyline. I can't imagine Fox ever letting it see the light of day.

This reminds me of my department head...as a comparative literature grad student, we are often given the unfortunate acronym CLIT. Which we all enjoy making fun of ("I'm getting a doctorate in CLIT"..."I'll be a CLIT doctor!"..."not everyone is strong enough to study CLIT so intensely"...etc), the joke seems lost on…

Didn't it briefly (March 1996 to April 1996) mean 'meet up'? Not this 'sexay' version we all know and hate now? (I say this bitterly as a married female who was recently asked if I hooked up with a 'notorious' guy that I am seriously only hiking-buddies with).

I heard this farmer was almost arrested for poultry abuse because his rooster kept jumping on top of his truck and he kept having to hit it before the rooster would jump down. Apparently local law enforcement saw this and was only placated after the farmer explained that beating his cock was the only way to get it off.

Don't worry my teacher also said:

I once called a mechanic and told him that the battery was dead in my car; it needed to be "jacked off."

I think it might be a generational thing. I remember when hooking up with someone wasn't necessarily sexual. It just meant getting together.

I am blonde and blue eyed with freckles and people always ask what background I have. Some think Irish but I am 100% Scandinavian. Pisses me off because I am much the patriot, but....in the end, many people don't know where to place Scandinavia OR Ireland on the map. Someone once asked me if we had refrigerators in…

I also hope there is a record of the 911 call the person made to bring the police there. I want to hear what he said to make the police get down there so fast. I'm not excusing the police at all, but I;'m wondering if the original caller mentioned the word "prostitute" leading police to think that was what was going…

I hate the term "biracial couple". Hate it, hate it. Just call it couple, people. The fixation people have with race in America is unbelievable. Even so called liberals will ask what is your ethnicity before asking your name. Every. Damn. Time. "What are you?" Is what they ask. Excuse me? What do you mean what am I?…

My mother, who is black, and my father, who is white, used to get SO MUCH SHADE thrown at them by strangers. Instead of shrinking under the disapproving gazes, my mother, who is an A+ badass, used to grab hold of my Dad, tousle his red hair, and say loudly, "When are you going to tell your wife about me?" to give the…

Happened to me in NYC. The only thing that shut down the questioning was the fact that they suddenly noticed that I was carrying a massive fucking bag with my laptop and about 4 books (seems an inconvenient thing to carry around while working). A massive bag that it took 10 minutes (or what felt like 10 minutes) to…

Have you ever known someone who believes their own lies? I feel like LiLo might be one of those folks.