This. I started to cut my hair on my own because the hairdressers never respect my wishes. They see waist-length hair and just go wild on it. I say I want them to cut off two inches, they cut five or more. And no, this isn’t an issue of me having weak, damaged ends because I let it grow for too long - my hair grows…

In completely unrelated news, the number of coathangers sold at IKEA just doubled.

Hilary Duff says a story about Hilary Duff finding love on Tinder would be “the story of the year.”

How about no? I get that some women are special amazing flowers whose menstrual blood is purer than unicorn tears, and who see their period as a way to commune with nature, or whatever, but from me, it’s one big, resounding nope.

I read this cut-off headline as Robin Williams: Suicide. Finally. and had a brief ragestroke that someone would ever run a headline like this.

“I rub truffles on my nipples.”

What a bunch of horrible savages, forcing women to carry unwanted pregnancies to term and give birth to children conceived from rape. Why, here in the USA, the pinnacle of human civilization, we would never-

...of the 234 women recently rescued by the Nigerian army after being abducted by Boko Haram last year, a staggering number of them—214—are pregnant.

What’s the point in trying to show off enhancing make-up techniques if the models have full, plump lips already? I would find this mindblowing if the make-up helped someone go from thin lips to Angelina Jolie, but all these women already have very nice, full, symmetrical lips.

Yes, I’ve seen this with several of my friends. We are all people in our mid-20s and some of them are already settling for someone who’s just “good enough” because they don’t want to search anymore/are afraid they wouldn’t find anyone better. I can’t count how many times I’ve heard things like:

Yeah, everyone grieves differently. When a long-term friend of mine died a few years ago, nobody on the internet heard about it because grief is private for me - I shut myself in a room with a bottle of wine and a sad movie and cry for a few days. I would do the same if I lost a family member.

Trolling is a art.

Bellybutton shaming? Seriously?

Oh no! Not the chemicals! Next thing I know, you’ll be telling me that there are toxins in it as well!

Well, I am shocked. Shocked! I tell you. How brave this man is to tackle such a unique and difficult topic! What a bold new direction! I’m sure this film will be praised as a pinnacle of modern storytelling, for how many new angles it brings to the current cinematography.

That will be two bucks for the beer. The rape is free.

Here, have some LYSOL. That should help.

Oh, silly school administration. Don’t you know who he is? He’s Justin Bieber, he sells monogrammed coffee thermoses for a living. He can do anything he wants, including crashing your prom.

My general rule of thumb for Facebook posts is: If you wouldn’t say it out loud in company, don’t post it on Facebook. Not everyone needs to know about your racism/sexual habits/hatred for children and unlike in real life, where people forget stupid shit quickly, things stay on the internet forever and can come back…

No, it’s absolutely her own fault. She posted an idiotic thing on a very public forum and now is surprised that people reacted to it.