Even ignoring the sexualised verses (which a lot of people do, because that song goes on about 3 verses more than needed), in what world are these lines spiritual/romantic/whatever people think that song is:

I’m convinced the only good covers of Hallelujah are sung by people without pitch-perfect voices. kd lang’s the only exception I will allow.

So, I know that shit don’t stick to this bunch, no matter what, but can someone explain to me why/how Jared being part of the administration doesn’t count as nepotism?

The wit of the reprise is so sharp, considering the characters. I can’t hear the phrase “I’ve been thinking,” without hearing “A dangerous pastime/ I know.”

But... but... how are you forgetting Poor Unfortunate Souls?

That said, I have both that, Hellfire, Gaston and the Mob Song on my phone. I adore all of them, and all are my favourite depending on my mood. The Mob Song is especially underrated.

He’s genuinely adorably terrible at accents. It was one of the most endearing parts of Down with Love.

In the UK, where Cinnabon locations are rare and mostly involve either going to central London or Essex (which, god no, help), you actually can order Cinnabon online! You buy like 6 of them and end up paying something like £20 for them, but they’re fresh and delicious and come with an extra pot of icing.

Northland/Eastland/Westland all existed before Polaris and Easton, which were built in the late 90s or early 00s. In fact, the creation of Polaris and Easton really rang the death knells for Northland, which had been struggling for some time already.

In fairness, Russell Brand is a lot less skeezy than he used to be. Sobered up, he’s actually a startlingly articulate person and pretty apologetic about the shit that he used to pull.

I was 16 when I was finally diagnosed with ADD (and depression, which my parents decided to ignore). The diagnosis came only after I’d flunked out of two classes, one of which was largely because we were expected to collect every scrap of paper handed out and put it in a binder, and a big chunk of our grade was…

He’s not exactly Jack Birch levels of creepy, but definitely gives off some vibes.

I’m not touching the rest of your statements, but your comment about men’s razors being more expensive than women’s? Nope. It’s called the Pink Tax: items gendered (often needlessly) are notoriously more expensive as the “women’s” version. https://www.listenmoneymatters.com/the-pink-tax/

I had a teacher who showed us Star Wars: A New Hope at the end of a mythology class in high school, but that was during a fortnight-long, post-Christmas break “interim” my school had between semesters in order to step around the “everyone is distracted by the Winter Break” problem and allow kids the chance to go…

While I just posted about one of my in-laws’ Jack Russells, they also have Badger, who’s an adorable, fat, cuddly Jack Russell who occasionally jumps up on the couch and that’s about it.

My in laws adopted a 12 year old Jack Russell from a friend no longer able to take care of him. He was a bundle of energy up until a month before he died, including happily climbing up my 6'+ step-father-in-law’s back and leaping off his shoulder.

I wish my grandma was still alive just so I could show her this. My wife and I are both super endowed and Grandma kept wanting to find us cleavage bibs, because styles 9 years ago were not great for hiding tit.

That statue groper looks eerily similar to my uncle. If not for the fact that he looks genuinely joyful, I would worry it was the same man.

I can’t really think of many situations where the gender of a friend is actually relevant, certainly not enough to make it worth co-oping a word that’s already used for a very different kind of relationship.

Maybe just call them your friends? Why does gender have to be mentioned in it at all? They are your friends, their gender is either irrelevant to the context in which you are discussing them, or will be made apparent through other means.

My regular lunch in my office’s cafeteria used to be hummous with carrots and celery. This was delicious and filling. Then, one day, they replaced the hummous with something that seemed to be mashed broad beans and a bit of oil. As far as I could tell, there was no garlic, no lemon, and definitely no tahini. Most…