WhatTheThunderSaid
WhatTheThunderSaid
WhatTheThunderSaid

It feels like the demon of poor decision-making has your most sensitive body part in a vice grip and won't let it go until you bring him an offering.

like awesome. Like you just landed on the moon, conquered it, built a bridge, and then a skyscraper.

This is why we have to stop looking at police brutality as an issue effecting men of color. Police abuse effects women of color too. Just sometimes in different ways.

Yep. And I'm sure no one will be shocked to hear that wrongful-death suit was filed against Holtzclaw and his fellow officers after they used excessive force against an unarmed black man.

Cameras on every police car and officer's body. Also, just like killing a police officer is a more serious crime than killing a regular person, violations by police officers should be dealt with more harshly than violations by regular people. You chose to uphold norms, you pay more when you break them, because when

Tremendous. If you can forgive me for commenting on Orlando Jones as an actor, I've been a fan ever since I saw Liberty Heights in the late '90s. It's a coming-of-age film about race relations and anti-Semitism in 1950s Baltimore, and the first film in which I ever saw Jones, Adrien Brody, and Ben Foster (three

I tried to contact Panera about training their employees to respond to such incidents

Give me a fucking tomato mozzarella panini with a side Caesar and an iced green tea and I might let it slide.

"I called the police, who came to the Panera and told me they couldn't file an official report if the man was gone."

Can't you just buy a pair of looser cut jeans with a skinny leg opening? Am I the only one thinks this? Am I overthinking this? (Probably.)

It took me far too long to embrace skinny jeans, since I thought only skinny people could pull them off. But no, every woman can. They can pry my skinny jeans from my cold, dead hands. I'm assuming that since I turned 30 while they were in style, they're the new "mom jeans," meaning I can wear them for the rest of my

I've been followed in a car. I've also had a Metro Access mini bus in DC slow down and drive next to me while I was walking down the street trying to holler at me. Like people were behind him honking.

"So we figured, hey, let's draw attention to racial inequalities in America by walking hand-in-hand out from this inflatable thing with a purple injun on it."

Don't build a city there! Is there AIR? You don't know!

Last year I was walking up a street at night with my boyfriend when this huge group of students (all guys) on a sports social ran down whooping and jeering, and surrounded me in a circle, cutting my boyfriend out. They didn't touch me but came right up close to my face, sticking their tongues out and leering - I could

I know what you're saying, but I'm past that shit now, too. It doesn't matter where anyone's from, it doesn't matter what their parents were like, it doesn't matter what lightly-coded racism their politicians and news anchors and teachers and cops and history books are selling.

I've noticed that use of the affectionate form of the n-word has increased GREATLY among white girls aged 20-24, at least compared to when I was that age (5-9 years ago). I'm not sure the cause, but it's becoming a fucking epidemic and none of them see the problem with it.

IM MAD

You can't change your genes, but who you consider family is entirely up to you.

Every time I see this, just for a second at the start, I am convinced the elephant is crowing at the dog.