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Stereogum’s headline about the Bernie Sanders/Cardi B tweets:

A Rand acolyte continuing to nurse at the govt. teat. Checks out.

Barry, you prude, you’re acting like you’ve never stuffed a platonic friend’s muff in your face then transitioned her into a hurricarana in the name of competition before.

My boys, baby and I skipped school today and saw the first showing at 10am. Theater was packed. My heart soared several times because, finally, I was watching a movie, not about pimps, hoes, slavery or drugs, but one were my 5 year olds cheered for heroes and booed villians that looked just like them. They saw a woman…

Blech, not a fan. I think the only thing I’ve ever seen him in is Parks and Rec as Leslie’s short-lived boyfriend Justin. He played my most-hated type of person: a good-looking, charming, rich white guy who is utterly unaware of the bucketloads of privilege that make his life so goddamn wonderful. Every single last…

And Knocked Up WAS kind of sexist! I’m a total Heigl apologist. Life As We Know It is my favorite rom com and she’s a good actress. Spacey got to have a career for years. How “difficult” could she possibly be?

It really irritates me how the “difficult” reputation follows women around. You know what? Her storyline DID suck on Grey’s.

Ehhh RDJ’s shit has been open and aired for a LONG time now. And I thought SJP’s statement was actually pretty great for some people to hear. I’ve known addicts and have known people who loved addicts. The hardest lesson in the world is accepting that you alone cannot fix them. Sometimes you have to just walk away.…

Maybe what we’ve been seeing in their performances is ice hate-fucking.

I read that they chose the ‘come what may’ song because she had some uncertain health results and they wanted to express their emotions about it (she’s apparently ok now). Probably a dramatized version of events but damn if it didn’t make me FEEL THE FEELINGS seeing them gaze into each other’s smoldering eyes, then…

It’s supposed to be their last Olympics, which means that they’re retiring or going pro or coaching or whatever it is you do, after you hang up your Olympic aspirations. Maybe once the pressure to perform as a pair on the ice is no longer a factor, they’ll realize how much they love each other and are meant to be…

I had a high school acquaintance kill himself in a very similar situation. There’s a real mix of emotions — as much as I’m angry on behalf of the children he hurt, I’m also grateful he can’t do it anymore and sad about the wasted life. I feel the same about Salling, though obviously without the personal connection. I…

I would find this devastating and probably react the same way by reassuring with a hug in the moment or somehow letting her off the hook and then feeling it at home. So yeah, very relatable.

That sounds very uncomfortable and unprofessional. I’m sorry it happened to you - I had something similar when, barely weeks into a new job, getting very sick, and very nervous when thrust into a position well above my pay grade, a senior staff member was incredible rude to me and basically threatened my position.

She’s doing this shit because she’s threatened by you. Seriously.

sorry to hear that - I’ve been there. My first thought is a sort of big, foundational one, and that is that you’ve got to try to untangle your self-worth from your job. Jobs want specific things, so your goal there is to produce it how they want it...whether or not it is the objectively best way to do it or it means…

I have not taken metformin, but that’s only because I don’t have an “official” diagnosis yet. I’m planning on asking my gyno at my next appt if she thinks it’s appropriate or for more testing or something. Sorry I can’t be more help!

I for real accidentally shoplifted a Miley Cyrus t-shirt from Wal Mart a few years ago. It was unintentional but it happened, AND I got chased down by a security guard in the parking lot AND I got perp-walked back to the store in the rain in front of a ton of people, AND THE WORST THING WAS that it was a Friday night…