Alternate theory: Jezebel’s offices are located within this cat and everything that we read is massive cat-made conspiracy.

damn it, i’m pronouncing her last name with the accent over e. who’s been doing this from the start?

“As the resident youth vote on The View,”

It’s from a New Zealand cell phone commercial:

*stares at her shirt in bewildered confusion*

I’ve had the reese’s version and have found myself finishing an entire row in one sitting easily. I also as a kid would fill a bowl with Oreos (the original, there weren’t any specialties back in those days) pour some milk over them, and enjoy Oreo “cereal “. I love Oreos.

I’ve also never been anywhere that had so many signs indicating you were under surveillance. I’m not doing anything wrong so I have no worries but it was just creepy.

This and the AC temperatures. I have AC at home: if it’s 30 Celsius outside, it should be set to 25, at the lowest. While I was visiting NYC in the summer, it was mindblowingly hot and humid outside, and then you’d die of shock no matter which museum or store you entered. And let’s not start with coming out of a…

Well, I kind of like it. But I can see how bikram fucking wouldn’t be for everyone.

The matriarchy is real

If AC makes your apartment smell, you should probably get that checked out, or buy a new AC unit.

Being the wrong temperature upsets me, but being to hot is waaaaaay worse than being too cold.

Bless your heart.

Right on. This is comparative to a statement of “why do people need heaters? Use a blanket!” when my frame of reference is fairly tame winters with the entire city shutting down if there is one whisper of snow.

My now dead grandaddy used to run the heat. In the summer. In Fayetteville, NC. It was a redneck sauna complete with second-hand smoke, the stench of boiled okra, and pet dander.

This. All these conversions are exhausting. It’s 21 degrees here, and sunny. That’s how it’s done.