As an atheist, I have to agree. I don't give a fuck what Selena Gomez did in a mosque so long as she didn't damage anything (ie. vandalism, graffiti, etc.). She jokingly showed an ankle and smiled. I'm certain the vast majority of Muslims don't give a damn.

Eh. I don't care about Selena Gomez' behavior. It wasn't like she fornicated in it. I mean, Muslims apparently get upset about everything nowadays according to all news articles.

Was visiting my boyfriend's parents in a different state. Went to local bar and got predictably shit faced. Entered boyfriend's parent's house through side garage door, where we could recline on the available futon and smoke cigarettes via the open door. Feeling pretty decent, although I notice my stomach moving…

Good lord who is that goddess in the mermaid dress

It'll be FINE.

I was 19 at a friend's house party and I got really,really,really drunk. No dinner + vodka. BUH BYE.

Wait, lightening from...from the vagina? That's not how they work right? I mean, ok, yeah it's been awhile for me in the relations department but I don't remember being shocked by it. More like pleasantly surprised she was a she.

Con yourself into a membership there and once you've gained their trust and complacence BAM lay the menstruation poetry on em!

If you get mad, then he's won. I can't take anyone seriously who would use a phrase like this:

I'd never go to such a site, and I bet it is alternately infuriating and boring. Now that I know it is no girls allowed? Suddenly I would like to go visit. I guess that's just my little woman brain, excited to find new ways to violate the rights of all those good men.

That's not true. My boyfriend knows what MRAs are! 'Cause I told him what MRAs are. And he was just like "oh, so.....they're sexists? But, like, self-aware sexists?"

I will fucking pound your doughy face into a feminist symbol, you sack of shit.

Wellll, I started my afternoon off with a FourLoko.

Disclaimer: I drink consistently, and historically haven't had the best judgement. (Examples include: "Dude, I wonder what the cops are up to over there. Lets sneak up on them and see. It'll be FINE." and "Dude, the train never runs this late. Let's go over the bridge. It'll be FINE.")

after drinking too many large French 75s that were mostly gin, I convinced myself I had accidentally dropped my only expensive piece of jewelry -a gorgeous Tibetan silver ring with two intricate ram heads in it- down a friend's toilet. Spoiler: I had taken the ring off at home and forgotten to put it back on.

Disclaimer...this did not happen on NYE. The story is entitled "starfish regenerator."

Basically. Except I'm Southern, so it was more like "let me fucking help with something!"

Now I'm just imagining someone high on coke yelling "let's make some fucking sandwiches!"

I don't recall, but I made them like a machine.

The worse thing I've done on New Year's Eve is eat an entire jar of spicy cheese dip (Tositos queso). I'm about to open a jar so it looks like that is my new (terrible) tradition.