Every Halloween, Matt Whitaker puts on a beige turtleneck and trick-or-treats as a giant penis. 

This isn’t a problem for real men because real men shit standing up. Sitting is for girls.

You seem pretty invested in negating cultural factors in the fall of a fashion brand. I wonder why.

This makes me exceedingly glad I’m old. My boyfriend, who was born in 1969, is only concerned with taking my underwear off, not what style it is.

I could not be happier to see the downfall of these gross brands, VS in particular. I just keep flashing back to my douchey ex-boyfriend who thought VS was the pinnacle of everything and kept dragging me into that store despite me repeatedly saying it made me uncomfortable.

Can we take this space to talk about not needing bras. Everything in my DNA is a law abiding bra wearer. But I’m 40 now and I have B cups that really don’t need a bra, but I still feel nipple showing shame. Third love started stalking me with ads on IG and I lashed out. I think it came from the anger of VS catalogs sta…

Aerie! It’s owned by American Eagle, has tons of sales, and is much better quality than VS’s current offerings. 

I’m going to try to follow Katy Perry’s remarkable grace right now, though my thoughts about Trump’s evil and ignorant tweet are much darker.

Zac Brown was at Merlefest in NC a few years back. I know a guy who volunteers and often jams with a bunch of the artists every year. He confirmed Zac Brown is an ass.  

I’ve run into the current Dear Prudence!

When I lived in San Francisco my husband and I would go see movies pretty regularly, and we ran into Robin Williams multiple times. The first time, he went in the bathroom and used the urinal next to my husband (no small talk) and we then watched him go into his own movie shortly after it started (I think it may have…

Maybe he was angry because people wouldn’t stop, collaborate, and listen.

For some reason I’m cracking up about frequently running into an angry Vanilla Ice.

Shoulder-checked Aziz Ansari in the East Village about six years back, not realizing it was him. Asshole was taking up the whole sidewalk. 

Saw Dan Savage in a hotel lobby. To my husband: Hey, that was Dan Savage. Husband: Who?

It was Friday night and I was pretty drunk in a bar, when a handsome man tried to walk past me. I raised my glass to him and said jokingly: hey, James Bond! He stopped, looked me up and down, walked on and I realized yes, indeed, it was James Bond (Pierce Brosnan).

I once helped The Rock finished a crossword puzzle in an airport lounge long ago. That man takes his crossword puzzles very seriously!

Waiting to be seated at a restaurant, a member of our party said “don’t look, but the guy behind you is from Dawson’s Creek.” So I OBVIOUSLY did a perfectly obvious 180 and it was Pacey and I WAS NOT CHILL. I hyperventilated at him for a bit, then sat down with the rest of my party. I have never ever been invited to…

I read Dear Prudence over on Slate, and a couple of years ago I was in a museum in Toronto and brushed past PRUDENCE (the one from before, not the current one.)  I didn’t say anything but was kind of impressed/ashamed that I instantly recognized her from her photo on Slate.

When I was in high school, our school marching band went to Hawaii. On one of the days we were waiting down in the hotel lobby for a tour bus or my dumb friend, there was this big commotion with the staff and the head of security came down (I knew this because my said dumb friend’s bathing suit got stolen). They…