Remember kids: Black Lives Matter is a bunch of whiners who are looking for reasons to be offended. The real oppression is a lack of Christmas iconography on your coffee cups.

Kid, you haven’t seen or done the things I’ve had to. You just don’t know. You just. Do. Not. Know.

Are you denying that it’s a lot harder in every way to raise a severely disabled child without any support?

Where did you get the idea that commenters here think that killing a child is okay?

I hope you know that people like you are part of the problem.

Why not both?

Stages of me attempting to watch this, illustrated by Prince:

I actually think Carson is far worse than Trump. Don’t get me wrong, Trump is blowhard racist, but the crazy crap that have been coming out of Carson’s mouth (and book) are just... wow.

I started my morning with having a debate with a Trump supporter about why the term Redskins is deragatory.

Related: one of my friends teaches creative writing at the college level, and a few weeks ago he was discussing with his class about how to write sex scenes, and he said, “I actually had to tell them, ‘Never, ever refer to the penis as ‘his member.’”

In a recent episode of iZombie, Liv said something along the lines of “The term ‘making love’ is so gross. It’s like ‘having sex’ got a publicist.” I could not stop laughing.

I’ve never been a fan of the term either, but I can most definitely say I have ‘made-love’ maybe twice in my life. It was only afterwards did I realize...oh...that was a very different type of sex. The term just felt...appropriate.

My mom always used the term “have sex” or just “sex” during these conversations with me. It doesn’t have all the loaded connotations that “make love” does, plus it isn’t stupid, and obviously it’s a little more kid-friendly than “fucking.”

Yup. My husband and I almost never “make love” and I love him most of all. I hate that term because it links the two together. Even when you are deeply in love with someone, having sex sometimes is about mental stability and getting off. Sex is weird as hell.

Also, “making love” is maybe my least favorite term for sex. It is 1000000% not what is happening when I am involved, as much as I love my boyfriend.

I’m am in favor of this being the new blow job.

When I was younger, I very earnestly explained to my little friends that a blow job was when you licked the neck of the person you liked and blew air on it so it got that cold, tingly feeling.

It’s almost as if refusing to protect trans people didn’t stop straight men from going into womens’ restrooms to assault children there.

If starving yourself and putting on leeches before you go to a party is a regime, then yes, she follows one.

Fun fact - Heather’s husband is the brother of the (deceased) lead singer of Quiet Riot.