Also I think labeling young women and girls as victims at every turn takes away a certain amount of power and personal agency. Some people, especially women of color, are forced to grow up at an extremely young ages and may see the idea of consent differently than some of us. Example: I was astounded when a woman I…

Yeah, to me that detail is important. It shows she was confident enough in the situation to say no, and he was respectful enough to accept it. That’s not something that can be said about every groupie/rock star encounter, you know?

“I also can’t ignore that Lori had already said no to David once, and had every reason to think it’d be safe to do so again.” <— Bingo.

I cringed when I saw the headline. I was prepared for this to be a “Your Fave is Problematic”-style takedown of Bowie, and I honestly wasn’t sure I wanted to read it. I clicked anyhow and was pleasantly surprised.

This contribution is second hand and late to the party:

You need to tell your neighbor to knock that shit off. Not only could it be the doll, but it’s common for ghost hunters to bring things home with them. Try cleansing your home with sage and sternly tell the thing to leave - yes, out loud, even if it feels crazy. If that doesn’t work, you may have to contact a psychic…

And the second one:

Presumably the point of coffee is to have a warm drink you enjoy that gives you a caffeine boost. In which case adding cream and sugar is absolutely getting the point of coffee for some people.

I think people who take their coffee with skim milk are the most mentally disturbed of all. That shit tastes like despair and starvation.

Ha! My dummy dog does the same. She’s tall, so she can pull everything off counters, but can’t figure out how to get into it. Last week it was a plastic ziploc bag (just bite into it, ya dingus!). The funny/sad thing is that my other dog could crack open any food container in a matter of seconds but dummy dog guards…

Dogs really are smart.

I had a dog sort of like this. He wasn’t as keen on the non-edible items, and he was real dumb so he never figured out how to open shit, but if there was something edible anywhere accessible to him, he’d eat it. All of it. Until it was literally coming back out of both ends. Thank god for him being dumber than a box…

Like you, I grew up with santeria too close for comfort, as did my girlfriend (we both grew up in Miami). My family was a highly Catholic, so my dad had a San Lazaro shrine, and my grandma believed nightmares only happened when there wasn't enough holy water in the cup under your bed.

When I was about ten I was sleeping in my older brothers bed because we were moving the next day and my room had already been packed up. He had the bigger bed anyway so that was fine and we always got along. So the morning of the move I was getting poked in the stomach with a voice saying "Time to go". After the 3rd…

When I was a freshman in college, I slept in a loft bed. I had a number of strange sleep issues that year, but the most vivid one involved me suddenly coming to consciousness and knowing — not seeing, exactly, but knowing — there was a man standing in the middle of the dorm room, staring at me. He was just a shadowy…