Okay so today I learned that Rob Lowe is a lot less demanding than my husband.
Okay so today I learned that Rob Lowe is a lot less demanding than my husband.
Constance Wu is a badass. Doing the thing your conscience tells you is right even if it could hurt you (career-wise, in this case) is honorable and beautiful and I am really impressed by her speaking up. I also agree with her re: Casey Affleck. What a turd.
Cats though. Under makes sense when one has cats.
I used to visit xoVain every day until right up near the end (once they started cross-posting stuff from InStyle the quality nosedived). I stopped going to xoJane regularly a good few years ago, and then occasionally I’d stop in, recoil in horror and back out slowly. For every 1 well-written, insightful article there…
Well.....as a member of all of these demographics......too poor to go a big city march as the sex work is a few years behind me.......and frankly, the number of women who either hate or condescend to sex workers FAR out weighs the number of supporters and I’m not particularly interested in listening to their sex…
I Lol’d! And since it’s the day before the Mayor’s Ascension, I need all the humor I can get!
Dear god we are just so very embarrassing.
I’ll be in my bunk.
Thank you for everything, Carrie. For your bravery and charm and your refusal to shut up or give up. For lifting the veil off mental illness. For refusing to be ashamed. And most of all for showing my daughter that being a princess isn’t just about finding a prince. You will be so missed.
I’d buy the lie that they care about babies if they gave a shit about it after it was born. But their policies prove they don’t. It’s about controlling women. They just keep using increasingly hyperbolic language to sell the baby-loving lie.
No pity for my Roomba. I’m good to it - I keep it out of rooms with toys and socks on the floor, I pick up big bits of trash and leaves that I know it can’t, I clean it regularly... In return you must work, lil robot, WORK!
No, I’m just a scientist who experiments with animating non-living matter. My sofa was the first successful attempt. His name is Brandon and he’s held down a job as a road-side sign-twirler for over a month now.
Sign number eight bajillion and seventy-eleventh that I’m a blackhearted bitch: When I saw the green cups this morning, I was legitimately delighted when I realized how many people were going to be PIIIIISSED at the lack of red cups right now.
“Later, he called and left me a message. ‘Can you believe this? Who would say this? I don’t want people to think this about you,’” she said. “He thought that I would try to go out with him...”
And then we all got annoyed that Jennifer Lawrence seemed like she wasn’t trying because she was trying too hard to not be trying too hard. I feel like our pop culture cycle is just ruthless to female talent.
Yeah, I was so bored with the hate she got. It was so symptomatic of the bullshit standard of *effortless* perfection women, especially celebs, get held to. Hathaway showed that she was working hard to be liked and validated. Everyone remember how at this time Jennifer Lawrence was at peak adulation and everyone loved…
DON’T GRAB HER BY THE ANYTHING! STOP IT. KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF. LEAVE HER ALONE. LIKE, FUCK OFF. Seriously.
Ugh. How about everyone keeps their damn hands to themselves and stops grabbing shit. How about that?
You deserve recognition for completing the hardest break-up known to the human heart.
Listen, Canada, we have all those things. We especially have the syrup covered, we don’t want any of yours.