Despite the loss, clearly one sided officiating favoring the Chiefs. The refs reminded Andy Reid TWICE that the clock was accurate!

My thoughts as a Pats fan.

Lovely work there

Fantastic article.

I’m almost 40 years old and I’m in love with the man that I am becoming.

I was the only woman and the youngest when I worked with Kevin. He is loud. I am not. But he was great fun and always treated me as an equal. Backed me up, in a witty way, when I got annoyed at a source who kept calling me “honey.” He was an ally. This is the worst of the Internet.

Exactly. “He knew what he signed up for.”

I’m a department manager, and I’m sure there are at least a handful of people who would like to see me dead.  I still do my job.

Eh, draft dodging during the Vietnam War is one of the few good things he has done in his life.

I never thought Lean In was okay. Her message essentially boiled down to, “Ladies, if you’re not being promoted at work, it’s your own fault. You’re just not ambitious enough! Gotta ignore your responsibilities at home, work all the time, even if you’re pregnant, and take the less prestigious positions you’re offered a…

This is what I worry about. My six year old daughter is rough-and-tumble, loves camping, is fearless. In our area, Girl Scout troops are doing sewing circles, making crafts, and (endlessly) selling cookies. The Boy Scouts are camping, exploring, swimming, spending two weeks learning to crew a sailboat …

Somebody has earned an extra jelly donut after the game!

I mean, that’s a hell of a catch, too. Over the shoulder, with a defender closing in? Fat man for WR.

Rage monsters like to call us globalists.  Guilty as charged.  Call me a globalist. I care about everyone on the globe. It’s BECAUSE I’m a Jew.

This 1000x over. Art does not need to be life-altering in order to be good. Sometimes art can just be enjoyable. The fact that I still routine bop along to some *NSync or One Direction while doing boring crap at my desk does not mean I can’t also appreciate “real” artists. 

To each their own and ew. 

Avril was about as punk as bread.  The band, I mean.  Bread.

I don’t work for Jezebel, but YOU’RE HIRED!

It me. Sigh.

I’m just so disappointed that this article didn’t begin “Avril Lavigne isn’t dead--she’s born again.” It was RIGHT THERE!