I think it's a European squirrel. They have the tufty ears.

WOW. It's a good thing I never aspired to fashion, because Madame Obama would send me fleeing to a cave, never to emerge.

I heard a teeny tiny buzzing noise. What that the sound of the pre-smack don'tgiveafuck insect?

This wasn't about what's been going on over police brutality, or he wouldn't have selected officers of color. He wouldn't have shot his girlfriend. Killers with a message want to present the message, they don't commit suicide (unless their message is a lot bigger). He's a murderer who wanted to be noticed. Whether…

They've made the page unavailable. SOP.

I belong to science fiction/fantasy fandom, and except for having to re-allocate some money for expenses like diapers and houses once we reach certain points in our careers, and perhaps dropping out for a while till the kids are a little older, most of us don't leave fandom. Most of us don't even consider leaving…

so we celebrate (mostly) women taking shots at other women as something to emulate? Because they are rich/famous/look like a celebrity/are too plump/are too skinny/are just there? Because this gets us and them ahead in the world how?

I never got the Old Navy appeal. One, everyone wears it, and 2) their clothes are even more insipid than Banana Republic.

These nice people haven't been around the little darlings that were dumped on my porch over the last ten days.

it's not a movie, but Bobby Cannevale in "Boardwalk Empire". You know the scene. He's coming down the hall with a collar around his neck .... There's something about that man I purely admire.

my best friend, the looker, and I were walking past a line getting on a Philadelphia bus and there was a guy. He swung in right behind my friend, who was talking to someone else. She looked back, told him to beat it, and went back to talking to our other friend. She didn't see what I did: he inched closer, muttering…

Mike Tyson. Jimmy Page. Errol Flynn. R. Kelly.

Oh, the "allow a great artist his art" argument. No. You can't unknow what you know. Having once known he's raped, you can't hear "Noah" without wondering, "Ham's wife, come help the old man carry a bucket of nails out of the hold."

There was nothing the previous poster said that rated an insult. If perhaps you had asked why the previous poster had said that, the reply might have been that the vast majority of serial killers, with very few exceptions, hunt within their own racial group, according to the extensive research studies published by…

The mother-in-law thing. I can't believe this is still going around. Yes, some women are difficult, and you have to learn how to adjust to them. Seriously, you should have figured this out before the wedding, when she would have been at her worst, if she had what you would consider a worst. My mother-in-law is a…

Mormon states.

As others have explained, Koko is more than capable of feeling grief, joy—as when she got another kitten to raise, need—she has been expressing a wish for a child for some time, sorrow—at least to rejection by two prospective mates. Gorillas and other primates mourn their dead young, as do elephants. There is a…

I must be one of the few people in the universe who both didn't mind "the Kennedys" and, for the first time, got an idea of what this woman's life was like with that family and a sense of who she was under the porcelain exterior. I think she did a good job with the part.

this gent isn't a moron—he's a Grade A, número uno, USDA Choice stalker psychopath, looking for a woman with the least flaw in her fortress wall. One crack, one bit of uncertainty, and this creeper will be following you down the street, offering his "compliments" and "courtesies" until you've made the one move or…

this gent isn't a moron—he's a Grade A, número uno, USDA Choice stalker psychopath, looking for a woman with the least flaw in her fortress wall. One crack, one bit of uncertainty, and this creeper will be following you down the street, offering his "compliments" and "courtesies" until you've made the one move or…