The person, who identifies himself as male, also says that while Deen is an “asshole,” he’s not a rapist...

Yeah, but they also name their babies Nigel.

As a politically engaged Canadian I cannot really respond to this article without wanting to throw my computer at the wall because it conflates like five different issues with varying degrees of accuracy.

Oh god no, no, no. #Nannygate has reached jezebel now?
No. I refuse.

Perjury is a crime related to lying under oath in a court of law. Lying on Twitter is just lying.

a robert johnson and a WC handy sound like hilariously sad sex things, especially in this context

Yeah. Asking employees to wear that shirt is awful.

To be fair, lots of companies are requiring slogans on T’s during the holidays. Like at Bloomingdale’s all the staff has to wear a shirt that says “Roofie my drink when I’m not looking”. It’s tongue in cheek.

Carleton alum?

Everyone in my yoga class is a tired mom who barely has time to wash the baby puke out of her hair, let alone apply henna. Or (in another time slot), cheerful retirees fending off the effects of arthritis. Maybe its regional, but these culturally appropriating “practitioners” are unknown to me.

hiring a cis actor to play a non-binary individual

Mothers of thirteen-year-olds should get “push presents” for not pushing said teenagers into oncoming traffic.*

NO what about this

I have already commented once, but I am going to do it again, because I think the authors are missing a key point—with the advent of Uber and Lyft it is now MUCH easier to bail in the middle of the night. Before, I used to have to A) hope he lived on a busy enough street that I could find a cab, or B) commit to public…

I pretty much always want to wake up in my own bed. I have no problem bringing the dude home with me, and I don’t care if he wants to sleep over (in my experience they usually do). But if we end up at his place, you better believe my internal homing device will switch on about 5 minutes after sex. This is true whether…

Now Daddy can stay home.

That is the face of someone remembering a very good guilty fuck.

I’m sorry - are you telling women they need to be more sensitive to expectations put on men, and their needs, on a post that’s literally about women being unfairly required to shoulder the burden of men’s needs, and their family’s needs, without reciprocation?

Alright. Let me sit you down and tell you a thing. So “Baby It’s Cold Outside” was written in 1944 and it’s about a man and a woman discussing ways they can spend the night together because they are unmarried and doing so back then would be hugely disastrous socially for the woman. They come up with excuses they can…

I could watch foam for an hour and a half. Moretz, not so much.