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Before I scrolled down and saw her picture, I knew she was a black mother. This never happens to white moms.

Meow!

I learned this lesson from Rihanna and I’ve never looked back.

I know this is first and foremost a public health threat but I wish more attention was paid to the fact that buying into the autism-connection myth demonstrates a profound hatred of autistic people. It’s one thing to say, no, that’s bullshit, but people who spread it should also be confronted with the fact that they

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Online Personality Tests are Horoscopes for People who Think they are too Smart for Horoscopes

A few things got me through: good wine, good friends, good music, and a good dog.

Someone tried to pull that on me once after 6 months of dating. I knew what he was doing but I still left a message saying I was really worried and if I didn’t hear back I was coming over there with the police to make sure he hadn’t injured himself in his apartment. It worked and I was able to tell him off the way he

He cleverly timed it to the beginning of a month-long international trip for work. He disappeared so thoroughly that at first she thought he’d run into some travel disaster, because when you can’t reach your loved ones for days you of course worry about an accident. She finally confirmed through his assistant that he

Nah, that’s not ghosting. You were polite, said it was nice to meet them and went on with your life. That’s just good manners.

I am so sorry. I am SO SO sorry. In terms of grief for someone on the receiving end, that’s in many ways worse than a death, while you don’t get anywhere near the kind of support you get when someone dies. I hope it’s at least a little less raw now.

Better for you, you mean. It’s extra horrible for the other person. Plus, ghosting or nasty, drawn out breakups aren’t the only two choices. Breaking up doesn’t have to mean horrible screaming matches, especially if you don’t let it devolve in to one. It doesn’t even have to be a particularly long conversation or

I was ghosted after a 5 year relationship. Five. No infidelity between us. One big blowup every 2 or 3 months. But I genuinely believed we were happy. We traveled together. Cooked together. Read together. Did the NYT crossword together. I have never been so happy with another person in my entire life. I bought a house

I don't usually delight in the demise of other people's relationships, but I am so happy and relieved that Charlize ditched that piece of shit.

Sam, these images just float around in your head waiting for a story to match the visual, right?