KnopeWaffles
KnopeWaffles
KnopeWaffles

Assuming this is real, good on her for giving him an ultimatum. Just read her follow-up post, and I admire her willingness to kick him out of the house over this. Too often people try to make it work long past the point where it ever has a chance of working, or long past the point where people ever have a chance of

Oh, hey, your avatar is a Natalie Dee comic. As someone who owns (it's somewhere around here) the Anxiety Girl shirt, I approve of your addition to this union.

What's a waffle without some blueberries? Of course!

She hates pizza and loves running. As for me, I hate running and love pizza. This is why I would make a horrible pop star and she would make a horrible American. #redwhiteandcheese

Hoping this means good things for the ladies of Texans. It's ridiculous that we have to compromise like this: "Oh, sure, it's good news if we only close half the clinics in Texas now, a state with a ton of women and a ton of poverty." I mean, I'll take it if that happens, but it's still disheartening as all get-out.

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The squealing/crying at the beginning (even if it was happy) freaked my cats the fuck out. Of course, being cats, they don't like dog sounds, but that one made my orange cat run away and my tuxedo cat jump on the bed with me, her eyes big like "What the hell was that, lady?"

I apologized to the felines and listened to

Oh, lordy. Maybe I'm having an off day, or have read too many "this is a terrible thing that happened to animals" stories, but for a full minute I thought that vending machines were somehow collecting stray animals and letting people buy/eat them.

Whenever I get on Facebook at 2 a.m. because I can't sleep and nothing's happening, I generally assume people are having Spontaneous Fuck Parties and didn't invite me, because I would harsh out their happy fucking mellow.

It took me an abnormally long amount of time to have sex (late 20s). When I did, the guy was focused on me as a person, not me as a pussy object. I mean, yes, the pussy was a, um, featured player in the show, but he did not want to have sex with me for my amazing labia.

As a feminist, I have extremely mixed feelings

Yup, and if I remember right, BG also said Beyonce's "surrogate" was pregnant, and oh, hey, so was Beyonce! Some of the shit they pull out of their ass is ridiculous and sounds like bad undergraduate fiction. Some of it is right, yes, so I suppose they could have one or two "sources," but they've also said Aniston is

I used to live near the town where this woman lived. She was mad at her husband, basically, and wanted him to go to jail. She was also pregnant with his child (or at least I THINK it was his child), a child that was born prematurely.

I believe she also had several ex-husbands. No idea why. She seems swell.

I know there's a lot of uncertainty in sexual abuse reporting (former reporter here), but was Vanessa molested or something else? If oral sex is sex, was she...orally raped?

I think she can call it whatever she's most comfortable with, but I'm glad she's speaking out about it. Removing that shame is so so important.

Are you me? I mean, minus the college breakup. From my first kiss at 16 to the time I actually had sex, I went more than ten years without any physical contact with a guy, unless you count long-distance sexting.

The sexting does allow me to say that my iPhone lost my virginity before I did, though.

My first time wasn't underwhelming. It was just hurtful and awkward, yet also almost unbearably sweet and tender. My partner at the time (I haven't had since; this wasn't that long ago) was very sweet. I kept going "Is it in? Is it in?" At one point, it was about halfway there and I cracked, "Well, I guess I'm not a

I was an Old Maidenhead (late 20s) until last year. It's.....so strange. It felt like such a big deal, and then it felt like such a big deal that I wasn't having more sex. It still feels that way, honestly.

Hurt like the dickens (dick-ins?) though. It was disappointing to find out that my vagina is apparently from the

You know, last summer I wasn't quite sure what to make of "Blurred Lines." Was it obnoxious but relatively harmless in the grand scheme of things, or was it creepy as fuck?

Thanks to this whole "Paula" shit, I now know the answer is Door Number 2.

If 1-800-Flowers really wanted a promotion that screamed Robin Thicke,

Allow me to step on my former journalist soapbox and say this is why good watchdog journalism still matters. You'd be amazed at how often bullies will back down once they realize the public knows their shit stinks. Not always, of course, but often a little (or a lot) bad publicity is all it takes. Even if they do

It amazes me how teenagers having sex causes so many people to lose their damn minds.

The girl's mom reported the kid to police. I wonder, did she really want this to happen? If she's screaming for his erect penis to be photographed, then what does that make her? Does she think her daughter's precious purity has been

Is having a house with more bathrooms than bedrooms a rich people thing? Because as a poor, I'm not sure I get it.

This woman is crazy paranoid. Five minutes?

I mean, when the band of feminist pirates kidnapped me from the purity ball , the Introduction to Sluttery class took at least 45 minutes, 60 if you count the blow job demonstration.