The whole thing bums me out. This girl dated a 26 year-old when she was still 17, got a fuck-ton plastic surgery to look “sexier” while her body was still developing, and now she’s having a kid before she can even legally drink in a bar. I don’t buy that she’s particularly “mature” for her age—that’s a line fed to her…

For whatever reason, living in NYC automatically makes people think they know music. It does not. It’s not edgy to like this garbage, it’s dumb.

Well, shit: The AV Club is still too fucking cheap to hire a proofreader even if they make typos in the headlines.

And then each one is attended by a constellation of dedicated blogs and podcasts and vaguely frightening subreddits where shut-ins advance bizarre theories about minor plot points.

The other things is that even if you watch shows, there are so many that Your Shows never line up with anyone else’s shows. I want to talk about “Weirdo Lawyer,” but no one’s seen it and instead they try to talk to me about “Cool Doctor,” which I have never even heard of. Then they get offended when I never watch…

You can call him Martin Shkreli, or as I prefer, you can call him inmate #87850-053 

... Every one of these Y/N articles makes me wonder how fucking out of touch I am with music.

And The Good Doctor has nothing to do with The Good Fight, The Good Place, The Good Wife or 1970s British sitcom The Good Life. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, TV.

There is a show called The Mick, and a different show called The Knick, and a different show called The Tick, which is different than the cartoon called The Tick that you may remember from the 90s, and also different from the live action show called The Tick that you probably don’t remember from the early 00s, but in…

“there’s a show called Better Things, and that it’s not even the same show as the show called Stranger Things”

YES. Exacerbating this issue is how much you have to pay attention to each one of these shows to catch every fuckin’ plot twist and piece of dialogue. TV has become too stressful I guess I have to start reading books or something.

Sir, this is a Wendy’s drive-thru.

Coca Cola cake. To die for. Not made from a mix. Rich, chocolate, decident. Buttermilk, marshmallows, pecans, cocoa, coke of course, a few other standard cake ingrecients. I first found the recipe in Southern Living and it is now on Coke’s Web site: http://www.coca-colacompany.com/stories/recipes-cola-cake

I have not see mother! But I love Breaking the Waves. Gut wrenching.

I’m so sorry this happened to you. It must be so hard to go through such a physically painful experience and also feel this way. I wish our culture didn’t place so much emphasis on our employment as giving us value, because you are absolutely a person of great value and worth. I for one am so grateful to you for…

I feel so bad for her and anyone who is literally suffering from pain.

So I’m ok since I use android instead of iphone?

Don’t you have soap to make?

He called her a liar and she responded with a lot of detail about the encounter to back up her statement. It’s convincing stuff and a strong rebuttal. Plus, she’s not a cokehead. She gets my vote, for whatever it’s worth.

My point is that plenty of cultures, including our own, eat cute, intelligent, loyal animals.