“The shitters are getting bolder” is a phrase I never thought would pass through my mind, yet here we are.
“The shitters are getting bolder” is a phrase I never thought would pass through my mind, yet here we are.
Jesus Horsefucking Cristos, Mark Fuhrman is Fox News’ “crime scene expert”?
The thing that people should be upset with about the O.J. acquittal is that his wealth and high profile diverted justice. If O.J. were a poor black man, he would still be in jail if not dead.
You can believe several things at once. You can believe that police shouldn’t shoot innocent black men. You can believe that people, period, shouldn’t be shooting other people. You can believe that the Rodney King verdict, which influenced the verdict in the Simpson case, was a mockery of justice. You can also believe…
There is a long held belief in Los Angeles that the entire Hollywood way of life, the unique, glamorous, carefree spirit of the town died that night. Within weeks, all over LA, people were installing burglar alarms and wrought iron bars on windows. The unlocked door was a thing of the past.
That story was horrifying. I still think about it. Funny, I thought it was a guy who wrote that story anyway. You are nice to leave out all the horrible details because that story was bizarre!!!
NICE. Gah. I’m with you. On ghost hunting shows, investigators love to say, “Don’t be afraid! It’s just your Grandma watching out for you.” But you know what? I don’t want to turn around and find my dead Grandma watching me do laundry in the shadows of the basement. She belongs in heaven, not the dark crawlspace in…
That actually happened to me! I was just running an errand downtown when a woman walking in front of me turned around to face me and said she could sense my energy and had a message for me. Then she gave me her card for her psychic business. In the moment it blew my mind, but I later rationalized it as a pretty nifty…
Okay, I’m going to share a scary story— really more of a scary fact of my life, past, present, and future, than a single story— that only about eight people on the planet know fully about, one of which is no longer with us, making the grand total seven. And now you will know, too, random internet person! I’ve created…
A while ago I was offered a job in Berlin, so I upped sticks and moved, looking forward to turning a new page. It was a bright spot in what had been a dreary few years: working long hours for a series of startups that never amounted to anything, endless travel and a relationship that had been dead in the water for…
Pleasure! You might be pleasantly surprised with how few people roll their eyes at “woo” stuff. In my experience it’s one of those subjects people are hesitant to bring up for the same reasons you’ve mentioned, but once someone breaks the ice a whole lot of stuff floats to the surface.
I had the ring up until about a year and a half ago, when it mysteriously disappeared from my jewellery box. There’s no way anyone could have taken it, I’ve turned the house over several times to no avail.
I mean, a stranger inviting you to “my van” is just total code for “I’m gonna kill you/keep you in a well”
This story has no buildup or resolution, but it’s all I’ve got.
This is a little bit different of a story, so bear with me. I haven’t ever told anyone about this before. And, frankly, it would be mostly just embarrassing to try — so congrats, Jezebel, you’re my metaphyisical therapist now.
When I was in 3rd grade, my mom and I moved to the other side of our city to live with her…
When I came to this thread (late) I got:
My favourite date on the Jezebel calendar! I posted this last year but it was lost in the greys (it will probably be lost in the greys this year too, but whatever).
It’s lame that y’all were just trying to get sexy and she was messing up the vibe. But I appreciate that she’s still warning women about ain’t shit fuckboys from beyond the grave. She a real one.
Not scary, but very sweet and probably nothing. 2005 my ex bf dies suddenly of a massive heart attack. He was an eccentric artist who loved to dance on his family’s graves and scatter pennies everywhere. After his funeral, we do the same for him. A few months later, I’m getting ready to take a shower and throw my…
So here’s a rule to follow everyone: If someone offends a group of which you are not a part of, it is not up to you to decide when people should get over it or accept the apology.