I’ll assume you’re commenting in good faith despite your use of an awful buzzword like “identity politics,” so consider this: Lots of girls are taught that video games and game development are for men. Girls Make Games is an institution designed to teach girls that hey, they can play and make video games too, which…

So maybe we’ll do away with the antiquated “bulb” part of lightbulb?

We call it a War on Women precisely because assholes like you think forcing a woman to make a man wear birth control is preferable to giving her control over her own body after private consultation with her doctor.

Of course, he’s a guy who thinks we should protect our country by forcing other countries to wear our…

“Practice your attitude” = “Women and black people should remember how to speak when talking to their betters.”

If I had to go out on a limb, I’d say...poop stories?

It’s going to be all the poop/vomit stories that weren’t fit to print, isn’t it?

I promise I’ll try to keep up with the Wonkette BCO and recipe comments as much as I can, purely for you guys. By the way, all of you should tune in next Monday. There won’t be a BCO here, but I’ve got something else special planned for you all for my last day.

How it actually went:

Pinkham, I am not going to lie, yours was a blog I had looked forward to commenting on each week, and during the typical Monday struggles of a mundane office job your posts brightened my mornings. It was your blog where a comment of mine reached over 200 stars for the first time, and I had looked forward to the day I…

Sir. SIR. It is an African-American mark. Sir.

I blame the English language. It’s not Natasha’s fault that “All you can eat” can be singular or plural (and boo to Denny’s for taking advantage of the ambiguity). This wouldn’t have happened in Shakespeare’s day. When the tavern had an “All thou canst eat” special, everybody knew it only meant thee, not thy whole…

I just heard an insanely nice story. An old man named peg-leg bob (you heard me and yes he had a real peg-leg) passed away a few years back hometown. He was a lonely old coot with no family and ate at the same steak place 4 times a week, eating the same thing every time. I had to go to that restaurant yesterday for a…

Well, I don’t know, she’s just waitressing in a restaurant.

Wouldn’t it be great if everyone became a server in the afterlife, and had to wait on people exactly like themselves? Serving can actually be fun and lucrative when you have good customers, so for me that would be a kind of heaven.

“THE CHURCH IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE”

She shook her head disgustedly, then proceeded to scoop up the mashed potatoes and toss them off of her plate and onto the table.

Two things that need to branded into the souls of every human being before they’re allowed out on their own.

“Dip” to me implies cheese or sour cream (optionally + flavorings, in either).

naked and in a mood to re-enact the opening scene from Apocalypse Now

On the other hand, the salt shaker on your table may be hell-bent on the extermination of all life in the universe that is not salt.