I...can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not.

That picture of George Clooney never ceases to delight me.

I feel like I read somewhere an actor...I can't remember who, of course...talking about having lost an incredible amount of weight for a movie, and essentially completely fucking his metabolism. He said his body never quite recovered.

Holy shit that's awkward! But also kind of amazing. And certainly an excellent story.

But hey, it's not like not lying is a central tenet of their supposed religion or anything.

And here I am just eating ice cream out of the container.

Here's something I wish people would have told me before they did: we're all faking it. None of us know how to be proper adults. You just figure shit out as it comes. I promise. 😃

OMG IS THIS TRUE? That's a better story than anything I could have hoped to happen.

Well, this post certainly injected some laughter into my abject horror! Thank you.

How fucked is it that there's a statute of limitations to goddamn child abuse? It's just the shitty sprinkles on top of this already enormous shit sundae.

I literally also had no idea. :(

If we're being honest, for a long time I didn't even realize that it was a physical description like that. For many years I thought it meant...swashbuckley? I thought it was a behavioral descriptor, not a physical one.

I'm so glad for some good news!

So apparently “swarthy” is a bit of a racist-ish term? I always thought it meant hot and piratey, but I described my bf as swarthy to my parents and they were very quick to tell me it's offensive. I had no idea. I just need people to know my dude is hot and piratey!

Hilariously (except not really at all), estrogen-based forms of birth control, like most pills, are actually the ones that come with the most risks and side effects. So, hooray for OTC blood clots/strokes/migraines/etc?

I don't have any children, but my 19 year old brother was hit by a semi yesterday (on his birthday! the truck didn't even stop!) and I'm feeling a lot of feelings. He's miraculously fine, but I'm overwhelmed with emotion at the thought of losing someone I love. I can't begin to imagine how I'd process a loss like…

My boyfriend’s brother is getting married this summer and I have this (disgusting, ridiculous, selfish) fantasy that instead of throwing the bouquet, it gets handed to the bf and then he proposes to me, making me the next to get married.

Is Victoria Beckham wearing a Damned shirt? That's awesome.

YESSSSSS what is this, it's amazing!

Yes please! Where does one purchase a parasol?