I was just wondering how long before someone shoots their own porn there.

Some, theoretically, are though. Crisis Intervention Training is supposed to train officers to deal with any mental health crisis and identify when another incident is maybe not just a disturbance, but really a mental health crisis.

As a fat person - I know. I know I take up too much space. I hate to do it. It’s embarrassing to ask for an extender. I do my best to take up as little room as possible - scrunch myself as small as I can and don’t move unless necessary for the entire duration. And you know what? I’ll be the one asking the attendant if…

My mother-in-laws first words after not seeing my husband in almost a year? “When’d you get so fat?”

Reading. Reading shitty things that don’t make me thing. Sometimes I see friends on Goodreads reading books of substance and feel guilty - but then I realize I just want to read in order to relax and escape.

Doesn’t she have lupus though? I’d think that and the treatments she underwent recently would wreak hell on your skin, and you know, gotta look perfect 24/7.

No, they did. What I was trying to get across is that doing things “for the vine” and whatnot are just an escalation of that same mentality.

Again, if she’s in on it I find it up for debate. If she’s not? Or even if she is in a Stockholmian situation where she’s in on the “prank” too? Abuse. Full. Stop.

Part of what killed me too was that the “you still love me” wasn’t so much a question as a statement. Like, “you know I’m a gigantic potentially abusive asshole, and I have you so wrapped in there’s nothing I can do that would stop your love for me.”

My cousin in rural-ish Missouri about killed herself at 15 or 16 on one of those damn things. I can see some appeal, but safety people! And I dunno, the sheer idea of letting a kid who can’t drive a car legally drive something potentially MORE dangerous? Nope.

*Umm...love your fucking name BTW*

It just reminds me a bit of the kids who get injured from backyard “pro wrestling” brawls. The whole “do it for the vine” or whatever nonsense has replaced that just teaches kids more and more stupid, irresponsible behavior is acceptable.

That’s about where I’m coming from. I’m kinda sick of the “pranks” that are basically abuse/manipulation/dumbassery.

Watching her reaction, yeah, she could be in on it, but if she’s not? I’d classify this shit as emotional abuse and manipulation. He keeps saying shit like, “but you still love me, right.” And putting the kid in on these things such that he thinks they are funny/okay? Not cool.

Saw this yesterday. Honestly, cash or no, I can’t imagine anyone who would think this is a funny prank. Like, at no point during planning did this guy think, “I dunno, insinuating (AGAIN!) that I have killed our child is maybe too far.” Like, how does the thought not cross your mind?

You are welcome!! This made my night, so it’s only fair to share.

Important information: the otter is adorable using her inhaler.

Here you are. I searched mightily.

I was listening to the Science Vs podcast on Paleo the other day. Listening to them talk to an anthropologist talk about it was hilarious. Especially when it came to potatoes, she just about lost it at the thought of telling people in the Andes they can’t eat tubers.

I fucking love Mara Wilson. That is an awesome life goal. Is it bad that sometimes I think about the fact that I’ve kept my maiden name professionally possibly in part so that people who didn’t think I was the shit can one day see I am?