I went to school with a girl whose first name was Velveeta. Swear to God.

This is my reaction exactly! I have to think the Supremes are intelligent enough to see that marriage equality is inevitable. There simply is no basis for denying marriage equality that doesn't rest on either irrational religious beliefs or irrational bigotry.

Sadly, no. I actually got that job because Lunch Bandit was a family friend, so I felt pretty powerless about the whole thing. I did complain about it to the office manager and they made a general plea to all the doctors not to mess with our lunches, but it didn't make a difference. In the end, everyone just…

This is true

Is there anything Karen O couldn't pull off, though? Maybe my aversion to the look stems from the fact that I TOTALLY had this haircut when I was young—maybe nine or ten. And I did not have the face/fashion mojo for it, in any way, shape or form.

Damn! I am so sorry. Note to your sister: Uh, maybe it's time to let it go. Pooping the bed seems punishment enough in itself.

This is maybe the swiftest downward career spiral I've ever seen. And on the one hand, utterly deserved and earned. While on a human level, I somehow feel a bit sorry for him.

I'm wondering if that's Lena's real hair. Her hair prior always seemed very silky and fine, and the texture of this 'do is much thicker and the hair looks much coarser. So I'm gonna go with "wig". And frankly I'm hoping it's a wig. The color is fun but that style is straight outta the Brady Bunch. And not in a…

Stupid? Naaah. I think there's something about being in jobs like that that messes with your mind. When you're in a job that's so consistently awful and subjects you to such dehumanizing craziness, I think it starts to make you question whether you're worthy of anything else. That's my dimestore theory, anyway. …

This is what kills me, too. It's the bosses who make boatloads of money who literally steal food out of the mouths of the people who work for them, who are barely scraping by. And I have to say that, in many ways, the doctor who grazed my lunches was not a bad person. He was pretty kind to people generally but was…

This sounds like one of the circles of Hell in Dante's Inferno. Actually worse, because I don't know that Dante included anything about feces-throwing or about being urged to participate in furtive dumpster sex with homeless people.

I cannot *recommend* this because I am shuddering uncontrollably. My hat is off to you for hanging in there for a solid minute. I'd have shit myself twice and died.

Oh, I feel this one. I spent my summer vacations during college working as an office assistant for a group medical practice. The doctors were super busy and often their schedules ran back to back all day. So one of my jobs was taking lunch orders and doing lunch runs. We also kept bread and peanut butter stocked…

Thanks to your post, I just watched a very educational video of some youths nae nae battling. This is why I love Jezebel. I learn things.

i like that six year old. i would hang with her.

Totally did this, too. Sharing your over-share. Just let's thank god we didn't dream we were pooping.

Okay, I'm going to go open a bottle of wine and pour a glass so I can more thoroughly enjoy reading this. Feel pretty sure this is gonna be good.

My jaw literally dropped when I read this headline in the sidebar. (And I don't mean the now-sanctioned-by-the-dictionary definition of "literally" that means "figuratively". I mean my mouth literally open. And my gasp was audible.)

ugh that people do that. As though grief and sadness are a zero-sum game and if you give it in one place, you take it from another. When like love, grief is boundless.

I've always teetered between this one and The World According to Garp in terms of my favorite Robin Williams roles and my favorite of his films. Both are so warm and humane, and those qualities always set him apart for me.