Didn’t know I was going to need a ‘Go fuck yourself’ form letter for this comment section, but I guess that’s what I get for assuming for once cis people might try and think about an issue from a trans perspective instead of their own. An out trans man on the cover of a men’s health magazine tells the world, and…

This is everything. Every.Thing. It is crucial that young black girls and women see this cover and say “yep.” I hope they will find the amazing body of work Queen Debbie has done both in front of and behind the cameras. I hope that all the nerdy and awkward black girls see that Issa is telling their stories. I hope…

Twitter has made this ABUNDANTLY clear. And I’m just like,

Please don't ignore red flags. And never, EVER settle. He's counting on that, believe me. You deserve better.

I've taken to looking at my husband like a madman and telling him he needs to calm down so we can discuss things rationally whenever he starts getting upset or frustrated. The look I get in response is PRICELESS.

I mean, I tend to have trouble trusting people smarter than me too.

just finished the series last night. My husband noticed the similarity between Durst's voice and that of The Joker in The Dark Knight. All the nightmares.

I don't think we are all clear on his mo yet.

I was standing right behind them and when I got to the counter the cashier and I exchanged a look like we had just seen an albino baby rhino, rare and beautiful.

YES. I can handle anything when I know "why". It's the not knowing WHY your heart is in burning pieces around you and the other person is just looking at you like you're some strange other species or, perhaps, an odd lamp.

Seriously, she's got together. Because honestly, my dating life is like this:

Not only are they racist assholes but they also film things vertically. Do their sins have no limit?

A) You're taking this entirely too personally.

GWB should be repainted in an orange jumpsuit.

eh, it's a fair point, actually. not in the best taste. you're not wrong.

Ooo, it's your favorite duochrome eyeshadow in fabric form! But. Uh. What is happening in the crotchal area here.

There was this guy today at the cafe, where we were the only two people in the room, and he kept on staring at me, while I was eating, doing homework, and using the phone. And as I was using Tinder, I saw his profile, it was quite racially charged and full of fetishization (think confederate flags, Yellow Fever,…

nah, the most punk rock thing ever was that girl in L7 taking out her tampon and throwing it in the crowd at Reading.