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This is by far the most honest and affecting thing I have read today. Thanks for sharing your sophisticated perspective on a thread that badly needed it. 

I may be screaming into the void here but I need to let this out.

We recently went from renting to owning, and the house we were renting had a den and a living room. The home we bought has one living room, and my husband and I are simpatico to a degree that I didn’t think was real. We often say we have a cuddling problem, which is that cuddling often makes us late for work, and when

Different societies have different gender norms, stereotypes, expectations, taboos, etc. Something that’s considered typically masculine in one place can be seen as typically feminine in another. Or during another time in history. A society develops ideas about what is considered feminine and masculine, as well as

I don’t have anything made with leather or canvas. I have a degree in art history, an eye for design and I’ve been collecting 50ies pieces for years. I know what I’m doing, but thank you for mansplaining something I’m an expert at

Shabby chic

Catholics don’t hate people? When did this start? They’re still the ones that print the book that states in no uncertain terms ‘Kill atheists with rocks.’ right? The ones who provided the blueprint for the Nazi’s rationalization of the Holocaust right? (Blood libel, etc.) Is this one of those ‘Why not both?’

like I decorate the house: drunk, in sweats and unwashed hair, screaming random lyrics/instrumental riffs to songs as they play, crying over ornaments, yelling about how much I love Christmas at intervals, live-picture-texting my mom throughout, and dragging my spouse out to admire whatever I’ve just finished.

LOL yeah I’ve basically given up on having one of those picture perfect Xmas tree tableaus like you see in magazines until the kids are quite a bit older. At least they’re enjoying themselves. /sigh To be honest, before I had kids we didn’t bother decorating for any holiday (too much trouble); all this is purely for

I spend the day after Thanksgiving doing the tree with the “help” of the kids and then resorting to wine to maintain my sanity in between yelling at the kids to stop throwing legos into the tree.

How fucked up is it to co-opt the very relevant and important #believewomen hashtag to stand on your stupid incorrect soapbox?

Men like him are deeply paranoid about his daughter meeting the 20 year old version of himself.

If he didn’t want to be groped, he shouldn’t have been wearing that hat.

STICK TO BARFING IN BAGS!!!!!!1!2!!!!!!2!!!1!!

Esther, it feels like everything is on borrowed time at this point, so I just wanted to say thanks for all your work here. Jezebel has been “my” corner of the internet for 8 years, and I’m not exaggerating when I say that there were some days when looking forward to reading Jez was the one thing I could bring myself

I'm disappointed with lack of sports content. 🙁

Does she know? Does she know?

Made this account purely to participate because I have a recent weird experience. This story is from about two months ago. I have no clear explanation for what the hell happened and it took me three attempts to work myself up to remembering it in enough detail to write it down. Here goes.