Does...does Bey pay attention to those two? MY DREAMS, THEY ARE DEAD.

It sounds more like a terrible, terrible sex act, with sugar in places sugar Was Not Meant To Be.

Unpopular opinion: I never liked Mr. Rogers. I hated being talked down to. I was much happier with Bugs Bunny and Sesame Street.

You can always spot the new student to feminist/Marxist/critical race theory.

Hell, I don’t know how many partners I’ve had. I probably couldn’t even figure it out either.

For those if you who haven’t seen it (and shame in you, it has Sue Perkins!) the BBC’s Supersizers Eat/Go... brought this up.

My mother still tells the story of her first meal with her MIL (my grandmother) where the MIL served fried chicken and then ate with a knife and fork, forcing my mother (as was good manners) to do the same. All that would have been slightly annoying, but it’s the first meal with the (probable, at that time) in-laws,…

What? Did you boil them? Use lard? It’s no fair teasing us like this!

...what. In what way is this a “discovery”? Fucking Darwin talks about sexual selection.

Six of one...

No! How can I worship her as a camp icon if she’s a raging square?!

IAlso, one time Regina George punched me in the face. It was awesome.

Don’t be afraid to ask if other wedding professionals also act as wedding planners. My mother owns a flower shop, and often acts as the person who runs everything on the day of—setting up the flowers, sure, but also wrangling guests, checking your make up, and keeping other people, like photographers, on task.

Sandra Lee is dating the governor of New York? O.o

...I’m sorry, why was this not a thing already? We’ve had x-rays for a while—why did we take it in faith that the cat idol actually contained cat?

I don’t think pancakes are totally restricted to Minnesota, no...

I always tell people that literally—literally—the only planned part of a wedding that people remember is the dress and the cake. Otherwise its just a bored blur and the occasional insanity.

Hell, it’s three weeks full time. Go serve frickin’ sandwiches at a soup kitchen.

Bart: Oh, recycling is useless, Lis. Once the sun burns out, this planet is doomed. You’re just making sure we spend our last days using inferior products.

Yup. Either that, or she was constantly winging it.