Me too.

ok. Not from a restaurant, but my sister, who lives in New Mexico, once had to order a very specific electronic part for work. The supplier refused to ship it because he was "only allowed to ship within the United States".

Yes I agree about cheap clothing being unable to support good conditions all around. I just really resent not being able to buy more expensively with a good conscience also.

Here's my problem. You know who else used that factory? Many many pricier stores like The Gap and Benetton. I recently read an article (sorry, can't find the link) talking about that fire, and actually the Primark has paid more towards its promised amends than any of the others. That doesn't make Primark ok (after…

Except you're missing a giant step in your logic. These people were treated like anonymous bags of meat (as you suggest). As such, their loved ones didn't have the option of taking care of the remains themselves. If we dig them up and identify the remains, it gives those families the option. It can't be had both ways.

I appreciate that response. As a writer myself I know the horror of feeling misunderstood and ganged up on by commenters so I can give you that much. I'd advise that you didn't handle it super well but then you say that yourself so, fair dues.

"Is that an American thing or just a feminist thing?"

Ok. Good to understand. I must've missed the full extent of your feeling on that. Now understanding that better, I would say to you, "fair enough, but surely you can't claim ignorance as to how rare this sentiment is in the world. More than 'world'. Human history!"

I think it may add useful context to your question if you can provide some clarity re: them being mere pieces of meat. Are you a mere piece of meat who should just be put in an anonymous plastic bag with a shovel full of dirt tossed on you somewhere random after you're dead? Is your mother or brother or child?

Yup. Seen that so many times. Most recently: One friend works in the wine industry - his boss is horrid + a pass-out-drunk-at-company-functions level of alcoholic...and they just pick her up and have someone take her home in a cab every time because "she does good work". At least encourage the woman to rehab for god's…

Having been through cancer in my 20s, I would say to you - cut them off! That being said, this is in NO way judging your decision not to so far. It's just that I remember feeling like a mastectomy was a bfd. Yet after, I was like "that's nothing". It's more a comment that I can't remember, from this side of it, what…

The lifelong fear afterwards is, it seems, the hardest thing for people to understand. The way a random ache, that would be nothing to most people, can send that flash of hot fear to my stomach or bring inexplicable tears to my eyes, even 8 years later...no one but a fellow cancer survivor can understand that. It must…

Yes! Common sense and discretion. (Meaning: realise this isn't a "naked" picture. It's her freaking stomach. Good lord, people. Extreme much?)

If this was a photo including her privates, then ok. But it's not! Get a grip, people.

Our fave moment is when my 3-yr-old niece came into the dining room (where the neighbours were over for dinner) stark naked and proceeded to turn her back the the neighbours, widen legs, grab ankles and look through her legs back at them. We couldn't help but laugh a bit. So THEN...she grabbed her butt cheeks to and…

I don't see how a "mommy blog" is any more self-absorbed, smug or stupid than most blogs. I'm not I to mommy blogs but I can see that many people are and understand why.

Naw, y'all. I think she soud slime she's making fun of how she was. I thought the story was really funny (and I'm the type she'd be calling a dork so I'd think I would tend to be in the "she's a jerk" category but no).

Ask the Right that question about voting... (Sorry. Can't help it.)

Um, 8 years old is WAY old enough o know that's not aceptable.

PS thank you, everyone, for the funniest Jezebel comment thread I've read since nu-Kinja. That's why I started reading Jezebel I <3 you allllllll.