“Men have weaknesses and when they see someone smiling it is difficult to control”

Forced cultural assimilation is looked down upon for good reason—it privileges the value system and traditions of whatever the home country is, reinforcing the marginalization of the immigrant. What happens, however, when the immigrant’s culture generally tolerates violence against women?

It is not forced cultural assimilation to explain that in the new country there are laws, and those laws must be obeyed. Rape is against the law, even if it is of one’s spouse. This does not seem to me to be remotely controversial.

Is it weird that I feel like this is okay? Like, it should be taught as part of language classes and middle school classes and to everyone everywhere.

“Men have weaknesses and when they see someone smiling it is difficult to control,”

I think sometimes people feel like they need to “protect” a canon from being reinterpreted to death, and they are doing this for the love of the stories. However if you look at which departures from canon people get emotional about, it usually has to do with characters who are reinterpreted in a different gender or…

Ritter Sport is pretty darn good. A cheap, European favorite. A tad bit waxy at times but still darn good. There is an Icelandic chocolate that I love. Can't remember the brand. Very, very good and reasonably priced.

So like all you have to do is grow an unkempt beard and scratch out the logo from some other guy’s chocolate bar and you can become a famous elite chocolatier?

My children were little and susceptible to deceptive advertising. Please, please, they said, buy us a Klondike Bar.

This kind of reminds me of “artisanal bourbon” that’s just rebottled from a distillery that bottles for several dozen of the type.

I have a hard time believing that an artisanal, locally-sourced, hand-crafted, gluten-free, organic, bean-to-bar chocolate maker would misrepresent their product in this way.

I'm no chocolate aficionado, and will be perfectly happy with Godiva and Cadbury dairy milk forever, but when I tried mast brothers I couldn't stand the texture. It reminded me of cheap chocolate coins, just gritty and weird. If they're not even making all their chocolate what is their excuse??

You know somewhere your interrogator frenemy is reading this right now with a clinched fist and a furrowed brow. He knew it, and he knew it all along. “Those slick bitches”, he’ll hiss through gritted teeth while he furiously flogs his ball sack. Not for sexual pleasure, no, to feel something. To feel anything.

And that baby was pronounced babby.

You need to give people report cards and if they get a C or an F, they’re out.

Never go with a Republican to a second location.

Little did you know the entire room was just filled with undercover bloggers with made-up personas trying to infiltrate the event.

The New York State Young Republicans—not to be confused with the New York Young Republicans