Do you think we'd skip a season of Top Chef without hosting a live blog so all our readers can talk shit about the show? Of course not! The action heads to D.C., but you should head right in here.

Stories about perceived police brutality are always lightning rods for conversation. Today's story — about a Seattle woman punched in the face by an officer — was no exception. What action was appropriate in the given situation?

Today we listened to teen sailor Abby Sunderland defend her choice to sail around the world alone at such a young age. One commenter found no problem with her age, but with her motives for going when she did.

Today we heard the story of a woman who shot herself to get treatment for pain. This prompted many commenters to wonder about her motives. One commenter got to the sad heart of the matter.

Today we looked at a teen couple caught making out by Google Maps. This inspired a couple commenters to reminisce about those exciting times of teenage lurve. Or, y'know, lurst.

Today we looked at why soccer is evil and anti-American. Of course you commenters like to talk about anti-American things, so the post got you chatting. One commenter helpfully explained what Americans prefer to soccer.

The culinary coronation is at finally hand: Which arrogant jerk chef will be crowned the master of all arrogant jerk chefs on the finale of Top Chef Masters? Join our commenter live blog and share the suspense with us!

Today we looked at American Apparel's looksist hiring policies. One commenter witnessed this unfortunate phenomenon up close and in person.

Today we asked you a hard question: Which company is worse, BP or Goldman Sachs? It's a toughie! And you guys were understandably split. One commenter, though, made a clear and compelling case for BP to win the poop crown.

Yesterday, we asked you, the economically astute people slacking off at work, how Britain could save some money, lest it be mired in pauperdom for "generations." We've culled hundreds of comments into five ideas that could work. Pay attention, Brits.

The diversity-embracing New York Post posted a story this morning about the arrest of a suspect in connection with a Central Park sex attack last week. Already, the Post's peerless commenters have unearthed three separate deplorable angles.

Today we looked at how lesbian moms raise perfect children. Is it simply because they're lesbians? Well, no, probably not. One commenter offered a simple and completely convincing argument for why this phenomenon might exist.

Today we looked at how Bill O'Reilly is a tremendous fucking asshole, equating gay folks with terrorists when looking at that gay McDonald's ad. But one commenter pointed out what we all seemed to forget: We're talking about McDonald's.

June is busting out all over, and so is Top Chef Masters judge Gail Simmons' décolletage! So there couldn't be a better time than right now to get together and live-blog. Why not join us?

Today we looked at a very lame pickup artist who left a strange voicemail for a lady. One commenter helpfully translated the subtext of the message and arrived at a depressing social conclusion.

Today we looked at the potentially fading glory of James O'Keefe, the American Right's go-to agent provocateur. For all the words that can be used to describe the kid, one commenter offered his own succinct description.

Today we looked at rapper M.I.A.'s big old hissy fit. This got lots of you commenters talking about how she is annoying. One commenter doesn't appreciate her political appropriation.

Today we looked at the errors of promoting oneself on email, sparking a commenter to tell us a harrowing tale of a mass email gone wrong.

Today we looked at the Trend-iness of Brooklyn, inciting lots of neighborhood debate among you commenters. Much of it was Brooklyn-related, but one commenter made a lovely case for my borough of choice, Manhattan.

Today we looked at quaint little teenage werewolves and all kind of sighed/chuckled to ourselves. And some of you commenters shared a few of your high school weirdo memories with us.