Streep isn’t a stupid woman, so I assume she avoided the question because she know “feminist” has been turned into a slur. I’m sure she knows what humanism is and that readers would not.

Calling yourself a humanist who “believes in an easy balance (between the genders)“ in direct response to the question “Are you a feminist” implies that humanism is some sort of alternate belief system about gender equality. It’s not. Point being, she chose a non-scary word instead of using the scary F word.

There’s nothing wrong with being a humanist, but saying you are in response to a question of whether you’re a feminist implies that humanism is an alternative belief system about equality of the sexes, when it has nothing to do with gender.

It disappears sexism (real sexism; not “misandry”) as an axis of oppression.

I’ve posted this here multiple times, but it’s worth repeating;

Absolutely not defending Starbuckshacker guy, but yeah, some manager at some point should have banned that fucker a long time ago. Managers can be the worst horrible customer enablers.

Dear dining public:

Our Pinkham in Kinja, hallowed be your name. Your thermosdome come, your steak be medium-rare, on Jezebel as in Kitchenette. Give us today our daily saved bread. Forgive us our steaks, as we forgive those who have Pinkham’s law’d against us. Lead us not into poop stories, but deliver us from crunchy allergies. For the…

WHY DO YOU HATE THE MAGICAL DELIGHT THAT IS PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA?!?! Do you hate yourself?!

I love this blog. I've done everything humanly possible to avoid restaurant work. My mom waitressed to feed us. 2 -3 restaurant jobs at a time. Knew it wasn't for me. My body is wrecked at 37 because I have always taken warehouse and lifting jobs. Pick up heavy shit move it to another location, put heavy shit down.…

But the merchant was a very important person. He sold monogramed thermos clay jugs.

Ladies and gentleman, I give you the tale of Saint Basil Fuckoff, the patron saint of waiters and bartenders.

I know a delightful jackass that once convinced his girlfriend that lobsters grew their tails back.

Because I love this column, I'd like to give back some of the pleasure it has given me.

I was on a date with a guy who was, well, not the brightest crayon in the box. He was a self-proclaimed vegetarian, but for some reason made an exception for chicken. We were at a diner, and he was grilling the poor waitress about what kind of oil the fries were cooked in, whether there were animal products in the…

"Oh! Well! Looks like you found those bread rolls after all. Wasn't that hard, was it?"

Kitchenette & BCO: The reason I joined Kinja. Sharing a link to this Best Of on Facebook right now. xoxo