Well, yes you got me.

As long as we never, ever assign blame to where it actually belongs, on the rapists and the rape culture that encourages them, we'll be fine.

Is... is the first paragraph written in English? All I read is "You're old. Go put on some khakis."

I'd rather see a gladiator-style contest in which women battle the patriarchy using logic and steel-toed boots.

Springtime... for Glenn Beck... and Germany!

Ha! We have, more than once, leaped to our feet and carried a mid-retching cat to the hard floors.

It makes me sad that we live in a time when satire must be explained on Jezebel.

Oh, yes. Cats' preference for yakking on rugs and carpets instead of the hard wood right next to them is truly a sign of their affection.

I can tell my cat loves me. The other day she left a vomit of love on our expensive comforter. On the cream part, in order to really stain the love and make it permanent.

GAH I WANT TO MARCH ON EVERYTHING AND STOMP THEM WITH MY FEMINIST HEELS OF FURY AND THEN SET THE PATRIARCHY ON FIRE LET'S GO LET'S GO!

Ugh, this piece of shit just suggested that women were too "vulnerable" when they need an abortion to make decisions. GGGRRRRRRR

So that's what a human troll looks like (referencing this fuckstick being smarmy at Wendy right now).

I've been thinking of her all day. You go, awesome lady! Your constituents are lucky to have such a badass, brave woman representing them.

I bet "anti-political correctness" (aka racist) people will support her and flock to buy her shit. Remember after the Chick-Fil-A gay fiasco all the assholes flocked to their restaurants?

I don't know... if I were doing an apology video, I wouldn't have let my makeup artist go with "Liar, Liar, Face on Fire" as a foundation shade.

Bitch face is a necessity in life. If I run around smiling to the general public, 46%* of men think it's an invitation. Hell, I used to work retail and I greeted customers with a smile — I got so many "hey, how you doin'"s from men thinking I was trying to pick them up. I'm wearing a name tag, jackass, and it…

BrokeyMcPoverty, I don't know you, but you win the world today. Get yourself a stick of butter to celebrate.

Silly me — I'd thought my wedding was a party I threw for myself to celebrate our love, not a Ponzi scheme to make money.

I will have my feminism with intersectionality, lasers, and black leather, or I'll not have it.