Babies: if they're so smart, why can't they figure out how to talk?
I hatehatehate people who take pictures of strangers and shame them on the internet. Being moderately rude on the subway is way less rude than taking pictures of people without their consent.
She loves diverse bodies so much that she can't wait to change them.
I still don't get the sorority thing. It sounds so uniformly awful to me. But I'm an introverted iconoclastic freak, so...
'Tumblfacewitter' is my new favorite word/expression. I'd like to figure out how to work it into every conversation.
And I sort of feel like, regardless of the reason, you should smack down people who fuck with your family. So there's that.
I'm really torn about Miley (well, it's not taking up much headspace, but for the purpose of debate I can agonize over deciding what to think of her). I think she needs to check her privilege/racism/exploiting fast. But I like her new style and her IDGAF streak. I'm hoping she's just going through a massive…
This guy must scare the crap out of her.
Yes, because coming out is so simple. It was even easier 10 years ago. There are no complex personal concerns like losing your family and friends or destroying your career. /sarcasm
Geez, that's a lot to put on one guy's head, don't ya think?
Sure, I want more people to come out, but fear is a powerful thing, and I'm not going to judge someone to the point of basically assigning responsibility for the deaths of children because they were afraid to come out and even lied about it.
Fuck, no…
No. Not everyone cheats. I have never cheated.
Alyssa still always makes that face...the same one she does in the mirror while she gets ready. Love it!
Everytime PETA does shit like this every vegan, who has stuck to it for more than six months, bangs their head against a wall. They make helping people understand you're not crazy harder than it needs to be.
Has PETA ever actually convinced anyone to go vegetarian/vegan? I already eat very little meat, but every time I read about one of their stunts I have the urge to go club a calf and make some veal chops (or whatever you do with veal; I've never had it) for breakfast.