Sometimes, when I’m driving to work, I think that I’d rather have a disabling accident than live through another week of bullshit. Not the same thing? Okay, I have nothing to offer here. Bless it, as we say here.

I’m already crying at the idea of “we just wanted to be together, dead or alive.”

It’s my birthday and my husband is out of town. I’ve ordered California Pizza Kitchen, bought a huge piece of Tiramisu from the bakery and I’m going to put the kids to bed early and gorge while sobbing/throwing things at the television.

They led Ahmed into a room where four other police officers waited. He said an officer he’d never seen before leaned back in his chair and remarked: “Yup. That’s who I thought it was.”

That poor fucking kid. He must’ve been so proud of what he made and to have his efforts met with such racist suspicion is heartbreaking. He sounds like a great student and every teacher involved in this mess should be thoroughly ashamed.

Carly Fiorina:

I know right? Take a lesson from motels, paint that pool floor turquoise.

I haven’t been this confused since she was cast as Elizabeth Taylor.

Amateurs.

Soreinthebummy Airport?

With sex work you are consenting to sex within the condition that payment will be rendered for the sex act. Its sort of equivalent to consenting to sex with a condom, only to later discover that the penetrator took it off secretly. With conditional consent rescinding the conditions under which the consent was given…

I’m a firm believer that rape by deception is rape. I know someone is going to pop up by claiming that everyone lies to get sex, but a) no, and b) there are lies and lies. Saying ‘Oh man, I also totally love the Rolling Stones, we have so much in common!’ in order to butter up someone who is already sexually…

There’s so many lies I tell myself so I can continue to exist in this world without breaking down into a puddle of helplessness. One is that most people are, at their core, good. But shit like this, man... I don’t know.

There is such a huge discrepancy between how awesome all of the indian men I actually know are, and how shitty the indian men I read about are.

It seems like Givenchy’s worst decision since this:

Do you girls want a little bit of cocaine? Because if you are going to get high I’d rather you do it in the house.

“I’m not a heartless, child-kicking racist.”

You know... You don’t see us Jews running around wearing motherfucking crosses. So why the fuck is this goddamn evangelical Christian wearing a motherfucking mogen David?!

He wouldn’t ask a man the same question. That’s the problem.