Her life is in her own hands. She chose this dude and she chose him over her friends and family. Every consequence of the decisions she has knowingly made (it’s not like she doesn’t know what kind of guy he is), she chose.

Why should anyone say anything to her? Clearly she doesn’t care about anyone else’s feelings in this. She chose this guy. She continues to choose a cruel person who is speaks poorly to her friends who were probably there before he ever showed up, and she apparently hasn’t said a single word to defend her friends. Yeah…

This is from before The Root became absorbed into the Kinjasphere.

I haven’t seen past the CDC explosion episode, so learning the story behind this pudding photo has now made me sick af. Grose. That zombie looks hilarious though.

What about women who do everything she does and still get assaulted?

Look. I’m not pretty. I’m quite plain and some think I’m ugly. I’m missing a tooth right in the front of my mouth. I’m fat. Not just chubby. I don’t dress sexily. I wear jeans or sweats and usually shirts that don’t even show a hint of cleavage. I don’t wear makeup, rarely wear jewelry, and try at all costs to avoid…

Maybe first the hungry but then the chuckling. We can recall waiting for corn and how the movies never once measured up to what an apocalypse is really like.

You’re not the only one. That’s what I thought the comment was saying, that the end is nigh. It sure as hell feels like it.

I’m so sorry this happened to you, and to the other women this kind of shit has happened to. It’s like we can never catch a break.

This image will appear in my Twitter feed. Thank you for it. Can’t stop laughing.

My sister invented a holiday called Kwanzukah that exists for the entirety of December. I go around telling people “Merry Kwanzukah” and sometimes they get real confused.

I feel out of the loop. What is rahtid?

I acknowledge your memories. What is it you are trying to say?

If you think so, alright then!

This means I don’t have to work as hard as before to avoid being alone with a man.

OH my gosh that reminds me of the time I had a miscarriage and when I got home from the hospital my roommate asked if I could “at last give me head”. I am so sorry that men.

Ok well now I have to know!

I’m not myesophagushurts obviously, but does having a romantic subplot make a story a romance/remove that neutrality? I know people who are not at all interested in science fiction but who can and will enjoy a romantic story with science fiction elements. Same with horror. Maybe it is predicated on what the priority…

This exact thing happened to me! Became lactose intolerant in my 20s and by late 30s it was all but gone. My body always wants me to bring on the ice cream. I feel bad for my sister who is 36 and truly suffers at the uh...hands of dairy.

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