I saw those spectacularly misogynist posts from the Daily Stormer this weekend and thought, “There seems to be a lot of overlap between the men who want dominion over the bodies of people of color, and those who want dominion over the bodies of women.” But I feel like there’s a subtle difference between feeling…

Fellow ladies—don’t be afraid to send messages. Guys love getting messages.

We lived in a tiny old farmhouse with divided rooms when I was little, until my parents built a new farmhouse with an open floor plan. I actually really love it, because you can have a conversation with someone working in the kitchen while also staying out of their fucking way.

My family’s Thanksgivings involve upwards of 60 people. There is no fucking way one of us could afford to cater or cook for the entire group. I think maybe some of the significance is also, like, a harvest-festival-agrarian-culture sort of thing, where you all contribute something to the meal. I haven’t been able to…

Wouldn’t it be lovely poetic justice if AI advanced to a point where sex bots retaliated, though?

I mean, we’re socialized very, very young, which has a pretty profound impact on our cognitive trajectories. The whole “spatial reasoning” thing has been shown to be an effect of culture and not biological sex in at least one study.

I was so confused for a bit, because Kansas and Missouri do have over a century of bad blood and I was like, “Well, yeah, both Kansas and Missouri are basically the same, but we were definitely on opposing sides during the Civil War and Kansas has basically been coasting on that moral high ground since the 1860s.” And…

One of my exes didn’t like giving cut flowers (“They’re already dead! That is the opposite of romantic!”) so he arranged for a fruit basket to be sent to my house on Valentine’s Day. It mostly just made me think of this.

Idk, I’m from Kansas originally, and the number of people who think it’s cute to make a Wizard of Oz joke is only slightly exceeded by the number of people who like to ask how many Wizard of Oz jokes other people make. That’s on par with your apples for cleverness, right?

I think they must; Albert was the chillest.

Also, Cats with People Names ftw!

Some cats are down with that. My parents’ old cat was a Maine Coon mix of some sort, and constantly full of murder except towards people. He was totally docile and we could carry him around like a baby and nuzzle his fluffeh, fluffeh belly all we liked. Other things he liked—if we managed to flake of his head scabs…

I had a hard enough time convincing my ex that he ought to have a trash can in his washroom so that I didn’t need to carry a tampon applicator/used tampon out to the trash can under the kitchen sink every time I was around his apartment that time of the month. He was like, “But the trash can I want to buy is sooooooo…

Relevant.

I am just. So. Tired of this election. I feel so helpless in the face of the authoritarian rhetoric that’s been spiraling out of control, and so frustrated that the far right has gained so much traction in American politics that real debates over the direction of the Democratic party (which I think are useful and…

I know of a lot of awesome guys who have gotten drugged while out with female friends—my ex, a pretty big guy, who threw back a shot meant for his friend, only to see her date’s eyes bug out of his head; a different ex’s younger brother, whose girlfriend had to haul all 6'5", 250 lbs. of muscle of him out of the bar…

As an Arctic Monkeys fan, when I saw the lead image I was like “Nooooooo Alex Turner whyyyyyyyy” and then was relieved to discover that, at least this time, he was not the problematic party. Although I also assume at no point did he say, “Miles, stop bein’ a fookin’ twat.” :(

I was going to say...I feel like up until he mentioned that she was a virgin it was a cute, if maybe overbearing, dad-stunt to pull. I usually find it sweet when peoples’ dads want to see them settled and happy.

At least, this is what I tell myself when my bff’s dad teases me about setting me up with her brother…

Real talk: one year the volunteer fire department in my home town had to pause in the middle of the fireworks display to put out a fire caused by the fireworks display. It was a thing of beauty.

The thing is, sometimes fear is useful. When I was a kid, I’d spend a shit ton of my time climbing all over various pieces of farm equipment and outbuildings. Like, that shit never scared me (although once I got my head stuck between the bars of a stock trailer and nearly chinned myself—that was upsetting). But wild…

Edited because apparently now the link actually shows Joanna Newsom? When I first saw it I could have sworn it was Tori Amos performing Blood Roses. I mean, on a harpsichord, but still not Joanna Newsom.

Edited again because of what was either a huge Kinja fail or an honest-to-god hallucination. Nothing to see here;…