True story: The high horse I picture you on is actually Eeyore.

If it makes you feel any better, about 5000000 comments so far here, on Twitter and Facebook are "UH BUT THEY SELL GUNS AT WALMART, JEZEBEL." And I don't think weed is their excuse.

well obviously. i mean there's that whole chapter on faith hill's harlot short skirts on monday night football, and how tim mcgraw has led her down the path of damnation..

Or be his opening act. That would be better.

oh my gooooooooood i would love that

Not hard to imagine Huck being disgusted by the antics of Sonny & Cher or Captain & Tennille...

How disgustingly glib and self-satisfied can one man be?

Here, Bill. Have some more rope to hang yourself with.

this is clearly rehearsed in some way, but i believe everything she said in this 100%. she's fucking hysterical, i truly believe she's super committed to her husband and he to her, i know she worships her kids and they worship her. she's the kind of person that i want to get everything they want, constantly. i love…

You know, I started that "sexy delicious Phd" costume review thing on amazon and I can not tell you how many rape threats I ( and several of my fellow lady PhD's) got.

I just now noticed your avatar! I'm glad to know someone else loves The Paper Bag Princess, too.

I am very reliably informed that the way she runs her (fashion) house is absolutely unparalleled. She finds good people, she values them and their skills, she pays them well and she treats them with kindness and respect.

This is what made me fall in love with her, many moons ago:

Q: Diamonds or pearls?

I fucking hated the Spice Girls, but I absolutely love her. I don't know why that is.

It's funny how people can't see that there are, y'know, degrees of things. And intent. And so many other factors.

My favorite dude is the "if objectification is so bad how come you are allowed to talk about hot guys sometimes?" dude.

One dude actually told me once that, while feminism may be good at its core, it spends too much time on such trivial matters as privilege and slut-shaming, but it just does too little to be friendly and welcoming to men. He was dead serious, I shit you not.

To your point, I had an actual shouting argument with my sweet-tempered, normally very good boyfriend about the bathroom. I told him it smelled like pee, that I could see the pee on the toilet, and he was like, "what pee?" THE PEE THAT IS RIGHT THERE. "I don't see anything. You are crazy." Then when I asked him to…

For me, this is so sad and frustrating.

I grew up a feminist, and I grew up believing that I would split housework and la la la. It basically hasn't happened. In order for me to live the lifestyle that I want — clean, tidy, and comfortable for entertaining friends and family — I have to do the cleaning.

I tried for…