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I was babysitting once and they had exactly this kind of thing where you could control the camera to move, etc. I periodically checked on toddler girl who was angelically sleeping during nap. The next time I turned it on and panned down, she was sitting upright directly in front of it, staring at me. Her eyes were

I don't believe for a second that men have a higher tolerance of pain than women. Quite the opposite, in fact.

It all comes down to anti-bullying education, which no one seems to give a flying fart about.

Nah, mocking elective prosthetics doesn't count as body snarking. I believe that this issue was hashed out and resolved in the Real Housewives Crying through Botox article comments.

Misogynists marry women all the time. It means absolutely nothing about their actual feelings towards a person they are supposed to love or care about.

Also, stapling a squirrel to your head won't cure baldness.

A lot of interesting points have been made in the comments — seriously, this is the one site where I don't break out in a rash from reading comments — but no one has acknowledged that most disabilities and many "diversities" are invisible. Must you be flamboyantly out of the closet or declare that you are LGBTQ to all

Lucky you.

"[A]n out-of-work event..."

You guys have awakened in my mind with your hideous tales a story which has been dormant for a long time, like an Eldritch horror squirreled away in my subconcious, venomously dreaming.

New Year's Eve, 2010. After a very nice pre-game of oysters and champagne, mistercharles and I got on the #1 bus in Cambridge to head back to Boston to properly Auld Lang Syne. As we got on the bus, the driver barked, "All the way back", which didn't seem meaningful until I glanced to my right and stopped so

I think you win this week.

I love crows and ravens. They're so playful and intelligent. I know that they're wild animals and all, but it would be so cool to have one as a... hm, "pet" sounds wrong for something so intelligent. "Housemate," maybe?

When I go out with the dog, I toss bits of meaty dog treats in the street for the ravens, just so I cover my bases with them.

And this is why Margaret Atwood is my favorite. She gets to the core of things with surgical precision.

Marget Atwood once recalled that when she asked a male friend why men feel threatened by women, he answered, "They are afraid women will laugh at them." When she asked a group of women why they feel threatened by men, they said, "We're afraid of being killed."