My favorite is that the worst of Hell is not reserved for the Hitlers and Pol Pots of the world; it’s just for people who used to be Mormon. While my parents console themselves by telling me a “... full knowledge of the gospel” implies some level of Mormondom I never attained, so I still qualify for the mediocre…

Well not exactly. You could apply for an annulment - which basically pretends that you were never married in the first place. Which makes the kids illegitimate. And then there is baptism - if your kid isn’t, then they go to purgatory when they die. So lots of nonsense to sign up for when you sign up for Catholicism .…

How about a supermarket that offers cash back?

Hamster and Captain Slow going on a motorcycle safari.

Yep. I have to work overtime so I can use comp time to cover the days I’m down with one.

Fucking hell. If you want to be vegan, go right ahead. If you’re vegan and can’t abide feeding an animal meat, don’t get a pet that requires meat in its diet to be healthy. And if you’re vegan, certainly don’t try to impose your lifestyle choice on others who have no choice and/or will suffer from it.

WYPIPO ALERT!! who brought you out of the greys?

Are the packaging and receipt flushable too?

I don’t feel any less weird and neurotic about my extreme discomfort with non-intimates touching me, but the news about Massage Envy made me more comfortable with being weird and neurotic about people touching me.

my very first boyfriend ever learned all he knew about dating, love, and sex from pop culture and porn. Our sex followed the porn ritual - making out, blowjob, penetration, male orgasm, done. Any time i tried to ask for my needs to be met, he acted like it was a chore, and that he was “spoiling me” (he literally said…

My girlfriend can try as she might to get me to wear nicer things, she still makes fun of me at least weekly for “dressing like a Sim”.

After years of believing I’m an introvert I came to a very disturbing realization: I am actually an extremely awkward extrovert. I have to be around people, and I have no idea how to interact with people! I just couldn’t handle being judged, and that’s why I kept to myself.

Wait, I think I get it. Calling yourself trash is how men deal with the fact that they actually like patriarchy and misogyny because it benefits them. So they show shame and that covers up for the fact that they still want dominance. If you say “I’m trash” and do a little performative feminism, you can avoid changing…

A couple of interesting facts about Black owned businesses for the haters:

People (read: men) are freaking out because they either: A) didn’t care enough to notice that sexual assault was so pervasive; B) Realize that the victims FINALLY have enough momentum to have their stories told and not immediately be met with the ol’ song and dance; or C), They are sweating because the heinous shit…

Sincerest sympathies. Sustained bright lights and loud noises give me a twinge that warns me that I’ll be unable to operate in roughly an hour. I’ve never found a decent treatment that’s worked for me — there isn’t a prescription medication that doesn’t come with its own laundry list of adverse effects that (almost)…

What about the “I’m aware enough to realise I’m racist but rather than working on that will use that admittance as some kind of mirror-world way to be respected” guy?

I find that I think too quickly for writing by hand, but it seems like a really great technique. I think it was Hemingway who was especially fond of it as it automatically gave you three cracks at it: once when you read it over, again when you type it up, and a third time when you go over the proof.

Nice! I’m very attached to hand writing notes, but haven’t tried it for novels.

I write long hand 95% of the time. For some reason I can’t write directly to the computer unless things are really flowing.