It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a mid-spec PC, must be in want of an RPG.

Just scream, "This is our fucking city" and its all good.

I do my best to prevent rape by not raping people. But that's just me.

I know it's not exactly the same as having 24 lbs. glued to your chest all the time.

"There are general ideals that most people desire."
Yeah, that most people desire to see. Not walk around with. C-cups (like mine) are certainly big enough to fill a racy dress and create ample cleavage. Meaning, they are already the generic "ideal" you are talking about. Covetous even. Ain't no way I or most other…

Alright, entitled, middle-class white males, this lady is going to give you a lesson in terminology and reality.

I will not date a selfish woman. I do not like selfish women at all.

I completely agree with this assessment. I highly doubt any irrational conclusions will be jumped to and no one will resort to petty insults, name calling or profanity. Let's make a pot of tea, shall we?

Something tells me that reaction to this story is going to be entirely measured with no extreme positions taken.

Sales people can be ridiculous. My mom used to have to call the manager on salesgirls who felt comfortable saying that the item she was asking for was too expensive for her. "Do you have X?" "Yes, but it is really expensive." B/c you know, we are black, and we are all poor.

Jesus, how judgmental are you?

Maybe they should make these places hang up a sign like the one the FDA puts on new agey medicine:

I am far more offended at hearing a screaming child than I am at seeing Nature's Pacifier in action.

I have not watched a single episode of Big Brother, but part of me wants to watch the episode when these idiots find out they've been fired. There is not enough popcorn in the world...

I also think, like, if people who want to dismiss shit like this with "oh that's just what happens on the internet, trolls!" they should come here and see all the people attesting to the fact that it's bullshit and they hate it.

I was called a drama queen by an online detractor recently for freaking out in my blog because — all within the span of a couple of weeks — it looked like I was going blind, two family members ended up in ER, and one of those family members moved into suddenly needing full-time caregiving (and it's just me living 400…

People wonder why I get uppity about others pronouncing my name incorrectly. It's really not a hard name. However, people are used to seeing it one way, except mine has an extra letter in there that, if you know fucking English, changes the way it's pronounced.

" Start going to church or another place where bloody Bronze Age fairy tales and magical wine are served up in equal measure. "

There we go. Muuuch better. Of course I always think that creepy standing behind you sniffing your hair thing is panty-melting hot, so YMMV.