Seriously. Fuck this shit. Eat what you like and enjoy life, and stop obsessing over every morsel you put in your mouth and stop obsessing so much over fucking so-called "healthy eating" that you forget to live life and enjoy it. Jesus.

They wouldn’t lose anything to admit that this psycho was racially motivated. However, they gain a lot of traction with their wackadoodle viewers when they turn it into a war on christians. Christians (I know #notallchristians) have this weird persecution complex and they love to feed it.

I would love it to be a super cameo type of thing, like maybe he washes Saul’s car and there’s absolutely nothing special about the interaction. I think having people from BB in BCS as almost background could really add a lot to the world of BCS.

Hey. Who’s saying Walter White has to meet in Saul 6 years in the past? He could have stopped at the Cinnabon on the way from New Hampshire to New Mexico.

At this rate, I wonder how much Jezebel is paying Rachel Dolezal.

1997, my mom a private pilot, my brother and I flew to a family reunion, from Seattle to Helena MT. We get there to find the entire family reunion had be relocated to a remote cabin. With no way to get there we hung out at my uncles house, and by out I mean outside in the yard until the family reunion returned the…

Every family trip for me was a nightmare. My dad is like a caricature of Tom Green’s dad (Rip Torn) in ‘Freddy Got Fingered.’ He was a chain smoker, and special ordered his 1986 Ford Tempo to now allow the rear windows to go down... not talking child safety cracks, they didn’t budge. We would drive from Philadelphia…

I went on a trip to Germany and Holland with my parents and sister. This in and of itself was not a disaster; it was coming back that was nuts. I flew back to Boston early so I could go to work. My flight had a stopover in Detroit, which had just gone through a huge snowstorm, so lots of overtime for the ground crews, …

This isn’t much of a story, and overall the family vacation was quite wonderful. But I have to share this picture I took of my brothers and me during a family vacation on Maui.

my entire immediate and extended family are avid vacationers. at 20 years old, i’ve already been to 37 different countries.

Pacific Coast Highway. 1974 Cadillac Eldorado. No brakes.

Thanks. The more details I offer, the more tragic it sounds, which is just ridiculous. (As in, he died the day after my parents’ wedding anniversary, the funeral was the day before my birthday, and I had to go to all my classes during the first week of school with a note asking to excuse my absence later that week so…

Does it count if you didn’t fully realize it was awful?

I was about five years old. My mother decides to load four of us kids in the van and take us from Washington State to California, to go to my mom’s cousin’s wedding. While there, we were also going to visit her siblings and go to Disneyland and all sorts of fun…

ZOMG. Am I early enough I’ll be noticed? Please, goddess, take me out of the greys.

My dad died during a freak scuba diving accident off the coast of Scotland while we were on vacation.

My family goes up to Tahoe for every single July 4th since before I was born. It’s around a five hour drive. When I was eleven, about 45 minutes into the drive, right when we hit bad traffic going over the Bay Bridge in San Francisco, our car engine caught fire and then exploded (we eventually made it).

I got nothing. But one of my most treasured possessions is a postcard from when my two insane adult sisters got to go on vacation with my parents and I sat at home sulking. They filled up a postcard with chirpy passive aggressive “wish you were here having all the fun!” bs and gave it to my awesone dad to mail. It…

The parents rented a lovely little seaside cottage in Cornwall for the family. Loaded up the car, dropped the dog of at nan’s and drove for hours to get there. We finally arrive and the landlord turns up immediatly to tell us the police had been in contact with him (pre-cell phones we’d left where we were staying with…

6 kids and my parents in a 7 person Toyota van. Driving from Idaho down to California (my dad loooooved the road trips). No a/c in the van, and my siblings and I (ages 3-16) took turns for the “good seat,” which was sitting on the floor by the sliding door, as it had the most leg room.

It was the summer and we were moving from Phoenix, AZ to Chicago, IL. We drove in a mini-van with a broken radio. I was shoved in the back seat, re-reading the same books, unable to move much because my mother’s gigantic plants in their huge terra cotta pots were stuck back there with me.