you can bet that someone on that writing team is reading all of these, looking for inspiration ;)

And I'm now a Christian. Everything ain't black and white, sweetheart.

I read the article. If you want to nitpick, I'll break it down like this: they were cultish Christians masquerading as Satanists the way they've been made to believe (thanks to Christianity) Satanists should behave. In the end, they were sorry excuses for both. As a former member of the church of satan, trust me when…

Because the story described in this particular article reeks of Christianity gone wrong, not Satanism. This was a church, FFS. Are we to just overlook that? These people are mentally sadistic and sexually deprived (and depraved) Christians, end of story.

Ahhhh, thank God! The "friend who is heavy into research" saves the day. So glad they could unearth the truth. Guess all of those FBI reports that ultimately led to them (rather sheepishly) admitting the majority of these claims were bogus turned out to be...bogus? She should apply for a job with them because it…

This. Thank you. It's unfortunate that I had to muck through so many ridiculous comments before finding one that posed such a valid question.

Well considering the many lives that were ruined thanks to the SRA craze of the late 80s/early 90s, I think it's important to be as thorough and factual as possible. But hey, the world at large loves a scandalous, sensationalized story so who gives a shit about the truth, right?

Oh GOD, not you too, jezebel. Listen, that wasn't satanic ritual abuse. It was abuse. Slapping a pentagram on it was simply the perpetrators' way of enhancing or inflating the sense of sick satisfaction they derived from the heinous acts they were committing. Stop trying to make SRA be a thing. Call it what it is:…

Okay, but can we just call it what it REALLY was? Sick, perverted abuse performed by sick, perverted people? Drawing a pentagram on the floor and lighting black candles before you rape someone does not equal SRA, it's plain old tortuous abuse by a sick individual. No more, no less.

gonna go against the grain here and say that while the tone of this article DOES come off somewhat shitty, i agree that this drug is a bad, bad, bad idea. addicts have been hyping this and waiting for it to be approved for over a year. and i'm going to sound like a total bitch (and i'm also not going to give a fuck…

i just don't understand this. at all. i love me some hiddleston, but i would never react this way. even as a youngster when i saw molly ringwald during the height of her fame, i played it cool. who are these people? what the fuck is their problem?

I really can't even tell what that is doing to me right now. Must. Stay. Focused. At. Work.

My friend, who is only 30, has breast cancer and is actually in the hospital right now having a double mastectomy. My heart breaks for her, but she is so strong.

The best way I have found to explain addiction to non-addicts is this: think back to your most devastating breakup. Remember how much you were consumed with thoughts of your ex-lover? A song reminded you of a special memory. A tv show sparked a recollection of your relationship. Nothing you did throughout the day…

Totally off subject, but I love your BMO.

Oklahoma gets snow on a more consistent basis. These people see maybe an inch of snow at the same time once every ten years or so. Your argument is invalid.

After reading the comments I realize that this company, no matter how risky it was to do this, can't fucking win. We women are a tough bunch. Photoshop a model and you're bodyshaming us all. Ban Photoshop and we're angry as hell that the women are still just too naturally pretty. For God's sake, it's a lingerie…

Get over myself? How about you try to encourage ALL women, not just some? No ego here, just find the hypocrisy fucking ironic.

Jesus. Some of us women will bitch about anything...yeah, I'm talking to you guys. It's small but a victory nonetheless. Can you guys go be insecure elsewhere? The rest of us wanna celebrate.

jesus. i am so very sorry. no words.