I know you’re being tongue-in-cheek, but it’s really not fun or funny. I’m fat as hell, and was still stalked on the subway by some random scary dude a few months ago. I don’t know why he chose to stalk me rather than you (since we’re in the same city and all) but please trust that it’s not really a good time when it…

One of my favourite sketches is the Hello M’Lady one. The youtube comment section of that video is full of male tears falling from fedora’d heads

It also shows that you are unwilling to look objectively at WHY GMOs? Who wants them? Who pushes for them and WHY?

Who are all these folks who don’t have sex on their periods? I get fairly heavy periods and we kind of just power through, although I don’t have cramps or anything, and I imagine that would change things. I guess I just assumed if I got my period on our honeymoon we would just throw a towel down (a brown towel?) and…

a fee grows in brooklyn

Unless the mom was there, how does she know exactly what happened other than she chose to get into a car with someone who was drunk and who shouldn’t have been driving.

Yes. There are photos of her clothed in the backseat of the vehicle and then photos of her unclothed on the side of the road on a tarp.

No creepier than me asking I guess. Come sit by me and we can be weird voyeurs together, there’s safety in numbers.

I used to love this. Sitting alone in my room, high as hell, dancing while watching things get smashed.

Being rich doesn't make it fair game for the entire world to discuss your pubic hair.

Unfortunately, for the trendsetters, it can’t be about the results. It’s about the action. You did everything you could do to make the Peace Corp, and the government of Burkina Faso look at your case. It was miserable because it was first.

It will be a little easier for the second, who will make it easier for the…

omg selling crack and reselling a dress are so vastly and insanely different things my god

I loves me some Keb Mo’!

Fairly recently me, my siblings and my parents were sitting around and in a sign of how we can now all talk like adults we were sort of telling “The most fucked up I’ve ever been” stories and my sister, who had a bit of a wild adolescence, tells a pretty horrific story. My mother, who was the least enthusiastic about…

No, it’s Becky.

Ah, seeds. I was confused because I thought it was rice. I’ll buy it.

Pretty sure a writer on this very site wrote a long screed, including lots of “fuck you”’s, demanding that if you get invited to a wedding you better damn well buy the gifts you’ve been told to buy (including cold, hard cash) or you shouldn’t bother coming at all. Compared to that, this letter is downright polite.

The fact that I’m being PENALIZED for being HORNY FOR JOHN KRASINSKI is an absolute DISGRACE and this is WHY Gawker needs to UNIONIZE

I thought his whole makeover was great to be honest. She looks fresh!