I will say this for the last time. Do not hold women accountable for the actions, decisions or words of their partners. Don’t. Do it.

Who would have thought that Quentin Tarantino would be the first person to admit he knew Weinstein was crossing the line and he should have been a better person and not worked with him?

Would it help if I told you the story about my aunt getting in trouble with the secret service for throwing a whole cooked ham at Dick Cheney?

Yessss! Please let this be the beginning of a flourishing subgenre of 80s/90s figure skating biopics. Suggested other topics:

Christian Bale has a history of really diving into his roles. Remember when he lost all that weight for The Machinist? *shudder*

I was with you for a minute there, Mayim, I really was. I, too, have experienced probably less-than-average amounts of sexual harassment and catcalling (though not none, of course, because duh), and I’ve largely attributed it to two things: I’ve always been a homebody, and I’m not hot, just regular. So I get that…

I’m convinced that Doctor Pepper is already cherry flavored, and they’re just fucking with us with different packaging.

[The Internet jokes for a year about Ted Cruz being the Zodiac killer]

Ugh, not to defend Ted Cruz’s policies or beliefs in anyway or form, but am I the only one that thinks this is perfectly amiable office worker nonsense? Like, that tweet about cutting off Sasse is probably the most human Cruz has ever seemed to me, at least since his sensibly embarrassing high school turn in the…

Ugh, I feel bad for her. Can you imagine your label doing that shit to you? I’d be pissed, but she most likely can’t do anything about it.

I think what he said was pretty fair. “I don’t remember” seemed like an honest statement especially when he followed it up with “I am not calling you a liar.”

I LOVED him. Standout memory was the challenge they were given to use only stuff they found in their rooms. All the other designers ran for curtains, sheets, etc... Mychael Knight didn’t break a sweat. Just calmly went to the kitchen and grabbed all the coffee filters.

Green Room was FUCKED UP. I have a pretty strong constitution, both because of my job and because of a lifelong love of horror books/movies, but the arm scene made me scream in horror and my boyfriend started groaning “oh god, no, no, Jesus effing Christ, no”. (God only knows what the neighbors thought was going on.)…

When I saw Candyman I had to sleep in the floor of my brothers room. I was 21. To this day (several years later) I still can’t watch even 10 seconds of that movie, and Tony Todd scares me when he’s in OTHER movies!

The original Blair Witch should get credit for being so prescient of future trends in DIY horror and viral marketing (missing people flyers outside the Angelika Theatre and fake web sites.) Had you made it five years later it would have been a Youtube film project.

I loved the ending. I remember seeing it in a packed…

I haven’t ever rewatched Candyman because it scared me so much the first time!

Yo. My eyes just rolled so far back into my head with your comment. Step outside your own narrative?! Bleagh. We’re talking about calories. If you’re so sensitive that you need the world to shield you from calories, you need some real help. Do you get upset when the calories are posted on menus? Do you get upset when…

Except it’s not. calorie is defined as the energy it requires to raise one gram of water one degree Celsius. It’s set. Quit trying to make up science. I think you have work confused with effort.

Yeah I don’t see what’s so offensive about this (except for the on/off feature). I certainly don’t feel shamed. You have to be racked with some pretty insecure delusions to assign that kind of personification to an inanimate web service.

I have a story from, sheesh, almost a decade ago that I’ve never shared before but why not! It’s not a ghost story per se, but it is creepy.