Supreme Court limits damages to victims of child porn, throws out $3.4 million award. (via washingtonpost)
Boy howdy, this Supreme Court is working really hard to sink to the bottom of the barrel.
Why presidential elections matter, friends.
Just let go. That was the slogan of the hotel we were staying at for Spring Break, and it was a solid slogan. After all, this was a family resort, and at family resorts, parents often need to be reminded to ease up, take the sticks out of their asses, and TRY to enjoy themselves, if only to then fail. Did your kid get a Sno Cone and didn’t like it and then wanted a different ice cream and then cried when you said no? JUST LET GO. Did you spend eight hours hovering by the two-year-old to make sure he didn’t slip on the pool deck and kill himself? JUST LET GO. Worried about that sign that tells you to shuffle your feet in the ocean so that stingrays don’t kill you (this was an actual sign I saw)? JUST LET GO. All over the place, I was reminded that this should be fun and special and TOTALLY worth the expense of shuttling three kids and all their shit to a different state for four nights.
Drew Magary laying down some major truth over at Deadspin.
I love my husband, but when I went to pick up boys it looked like Kid B was wearing capris. 3Ts are so last season. The others were appropriately dressed though.
Unrelated, wow does Madonna sound like a baby on “Like a Virgin.”
I rarely use this to just blog. I’m going to just blog now, so you can all just ignore this if it’s not to your liking.
Warning. Contents under pressure.
And comic fans can be amongst the most passionate types of fans I’ve ever found, and sometimes that passion is brought to life in the most beautiful of ways. Look at the community ‘Sex Criminals’ (‘Brimpers’) and ‘Captain Marvel’ (‘Carol Corps’) have created around their books; those fans are fonts of pure, unbridled enthusiasm.
It doesn’t matter if they’re recreating comic covers or talking about the time they found porn in the woods or having incredibly positive events at Emerald City ComiCon, they are what we should all hope to amount to as fans of the medium. They take their love of the books that matter to them and they externalize that in all of the best ways. They make people want to find out why they love those books so much.
Which is why it makes it so frustrating that some comic fans take that love and turn it into the worst form of negativity, the type that is designed to take others down to their level and to make them feel pain in one way or another.
Another day, another parent making the rest of the world’s parents look bad. This dad gifts his two kids with a different pop culture-based lunch every single day.
We usually see kids at Fraser. They may have adult treatment programs but in the several months we’ve been here I have never seen anyone older than a teenager. A woman in her 70s was waiting next to me, this past hour. Her adult son walked out, notebook clutched to his chest and she smiled and they shuffled out together.
I am exhausted and that amplifies everything times a million, but I could feel the breath hiccuping in my chest, everything in me to not start leaking everywhere.
The absence of women in history is man made.
Some more context: Jackie Mitchell: the girl who struck out Babe Ruth.
The ’80s were weird.
I feel like the fact that my go-to “sick day” VHS tapes in the 80s were Spacecamp, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Goonies, Howard the Duck and One Crazy Summer probably says a lot more about me than I’m entirely comfortable with.
Also, God, poor Lea Thompson.