I was really lucky and found a bunch of size 16 patterns from the 1960’s. Uncut! Got a nice sized pack of them for $.49.

I may be a “carb face,” but at least I don’t design day-glo acid trip reject fabric sacks.

I'm rooting for Sansa to snap and rally her friends in the north, going on a murderous rampage killing all the Boltons. Doesn't seem likely but that's what I want.

Let me tell you about what life is like as a fat sexworker. My job involves sharing photos of myself as a strong, sexy, sexual woman, in varying degrees of undress. It involves me setting a figure - a not inexpensive one, either - on what I feel access to my body is worth.

This, for a myriad of reasons, makes some men…

Yep, pretty much. And after they hop on that Holy Spaceship, we Jews, whom they love so much, get to be swept into the Lake of Fire™ and tortured for eternity. I mean, that’s totally how you treat your BFFs, right?

“[The trip] will create a foundational platform from which they can become goodwill ambassadors for Israel and the Jewish people, and the Covenant Journey participants will never be the same.”

The Evangelicrazies don’t give a rats ass about Jewish people. They just want to be sure when the Rapture happens, they’re in Israel ready to be allowed on the Holy Spaceship to Heaven.

yo, a lilly dress with a nascar jacket over top, on a fat woman, sounds HELLA COOL

I assume it’s the tone of the people quoted. It’s insanely condescending and out of touch.

After clicking that link I’m ready to launch the proletariat revolution, who’s with me

I toggle between having "Pinot Noir, midsize car" and the theme song ("They're alive, damn it! It's a miracle!") playing in my head constantly.

I thought everyone knew this saying. Like, in my hometown, our official motto is, "Maybe Next Year."

It's so weird. There's this thing you can do to remove some of the uncertainty and investigate the evidence ... what is it? What is it? OH YEAH. A TRIAL.

False equivalency alert! Honorary degrees are quite apart from earned degrees. This ends our False Equivalency Alert.

Cornering someone in public, in front of a crowd, and hitting them with a surprise marriage proposal is not romantic. It is cruel, and a little bit manipulative ("they'll totally be less likely to say no in front of all these people!"). I really wish this would become A Thing That Never Happens Again.

An incredible photo gallery of this otter pup came through on Election Night at like 11:30 p.m. and I don't think I've ever posted anything to the [local news] site I work for faster in my LIFE.

On the contrary: I'd figure that all the Hundred Years War widows would be a good excuse to allow for polygamy / legal mistresses / other such BS. I mean: not to mention that ye olde medieval war widows would be "sorority chick" age anyway, since people often married at 15 or so back then. I can just imagine this...

"They were men and women who were discriminated against"

I think I once read on a blog that said something to the tune of, in a healthy BDSM relationship, it's the submissive partner that holds the most power. It's like taking a taxi, the Dom may be driving, but it's the Sub who decides where to go and when to get off.