I love Elie Saab, and I love Taylor in that Elie Saab.

I believe you.

I've said it before ... being a bisexual woman means being simultaneously ignored and fetishized, ostracized and objectified. Don't even bother being femme.

This is like the '90s-ist "go fuck yourself" I've ever seen!

Ah, the Katy Perry quote. It just gets me every time. You can be a feminist and love men, Katy. You can be a feminist and love women. Or kiteboarding. Or heated car seats. Or the smell of gardenias. Or rugby. Or monogrammed towels. Or karaoke nights. Or a nice, off-dry Gewurtztraminer. Or spray cheese. Or mild S&M. Or…

Ever since I saw an epic flower girl meltdown at my cousin's wedding (she vomited, turned on her heel, and ran the other way ... the flower girl, not my cousin), I have been completely unenthused by small children dressed up as miniature brides and grooms, walking down the aisle, holding chalkboard signs that say…

Slow down there, Pinter.

Yeah, I'm all over this. It'll be a nice companion piece to Assassin's Creed.

*cancels weekend plans, purchases DVD of Center Stage on eBay*

First Position is wonderful. Dat stage mom.

I knew "Accidental Racist" would heal the nation.

From Wiki:

Do you want to tell him or should I?

I mean. These are risks we have to take.

I didn't want to start a fashion-theme death-metal band ... until today.

I work for a tech/new media company in a pretty niche field. You have used my website in the past month. I drink a lot.

On a business trip, I stayed at an uberfancy hotel that had an infinity bathtub set into the floor. It was so amazing. Here I am, 26, saddled with student-loan debt, poor and alone in a strange country, eating room-service pizza out of an infinity bathtub.

Except some of those IHM submissions have a point, and this one doesn't.