I am.  I recently had to explain to someone from the UK what a dickey is and she didn’t believe me until I Googled!

Shut up, Tomato

I’m sure it’s happened, and I’m prepared to be proven wrong, but it never seems to be hot men that needlessly shit on women’s appearances. It’s always either an awkward dude with poor posture and greasy hair, an older dude that somehow looks at least ten years older than his actual age, or a dirty dude with a…

Plus who goes after Ariana Grande of all people? Hey, Michael. I know you’re reading this because you’re a washout has-been thirsty for validation who starts shit on social media because Spike Lee will never call you. Listen, you born and raised on the Upper East Side wannabe tough-guy, there’s no such thing as…

I know a lot of you are probably going to jump all over Rapaport but before you do, consider briefly what sort of miserably small existence it must be to be a 50 year old man who thinks the world gives the slightest shit about who his Cialis works for.

If the immigrants are so “dirty” in the hateful words of this douche canoe, then why are they being hired so frequently by the Fucker Carlson types to clean up after them? Methinks he is the dirty one!

I was just writing a reply to the prior poster agreeing that BPD is challenging to deal with, but that anyone can learn skills to be a good friend/supporter of a person with BPD, which is something that those with BPD really need. (honestly, we all need community and love, but BPD people do, too).

You’re an American Hero (also real trees are the best, that’s one thing Charlie Brown got right)

A Hole Vera

*smocking crake

Obama vs. 45...

Meanwhile a woman is being held in Rikers without bail because she sat on the floor in a public office.

Many years ago I worked for a personal injury lawfirm that relied on heavy advertising to get business (typical ambulance chaser BS).

I never really imagined it either. I kinda thought I'd get married, but that was about as far as it went

I never thought this way either. I guess growing up I always kind of assumed I’d get married (which I did last year) but I never dreamt of what it would be like. My wedding was great but it was just a day. I don’t think of it as the best day of my life. For me what’s been more important is the relationship I’ve had…

I think (hope?) it was a blip in American culture. Isn’t the trend starting to turn the other way? The fairy tale sensationalism of an elaborate perfect wedding being every little girl’s dream is a manufactured fantasy- the wedding/princess/celebrity industry created it because it’s profitable. In most people’s minds,…

I generally had an inkling that I wanted to get married and have kids, but I had no interest in weddings/playing at weddings/imagining my own wedding, beyond oohing and aahing at pretty dresses in magazines and/or windows when the opportunity arose.

Well that is the problem IMO. They over-sensationalize this one day that they allegedly have been dreaming of since birth and the only logical consequence is marriage itself is going to be a let down. I mean, I am let down and I was a cynic going in. 

Honestly....yeah. But she was always so focused on the perfect man for her perfectly planned wedding for her perfectly planned life that no one ever measured up. I mean, she actually dumped a guy because she didn’t like his shoes. The men she wanted were perfect on the outside, but treated her like shit and had no…

Looking at him HURTS me. The whole while I’ve been watching him I want to SCREAM at him TO SIT UP FUCKING STRAIGHT. He’s at a funeral for a fucking head of state and is slouching in the pew like he’s a bored 6-year-old at mass. Or like a tired person on the subway.