Is there some dumbass White Ally 101 listicle that recommends sending unsolicited texts to your POC acquaintances after an event like Charlottesville to offer your support and virtual hugs? If so, can you not?

A pregnant woman had a stroke and was rendered brain dead. Doctors detected the heartbeats from the twin fetuses and kept the mother alive in a vegetative state for four months until the babies could be delivered by cesarean. 

Interesting article! Let’s discuss.

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Somebody made a thing. And it’s pretty funny.

Applying makeup is on the list of subway etiquette don’ts, and Covergirl’s decided it’s a worthwhile cause to lead the charge against that. Is this really a stigma worth challenging? I don’t think anyone objects to a brief touch-up or compact check, but beyond that, I feel like bathroom behavior belongs in the…

After four years of highly sporadic use, my OK Cupid inbox has met its maximum capacity and is in need of a big fat steaming dump. I felt the need to share this dump with you.

After four years of highly sporadic use, my OK Cupid inbox has met its maximum capacity and is in need of a big fat steaming dump. I felt the need to share this dump with you.

After four years of highly sporadic use, my OK Cupid inbox has met its maximum capacity and is in need of a big fat steaming dump. I felt the need to share this dump with you.

Is anyone else confused about the seeming omnipresence of Aunt Lydia?

This article is a nice supplement to the recent Times piece on polyamory. As always, I’m here for your AMA on ENM. Two drink minimum, tip your waitress.

Every now and then, you get a like on an old-ish article. Even more precious is the rare comment on a truly ancient article. But the height of Kinja is the screed reply on a five year old Hugo Schywzer article. Yes, THAT Hugo Schywzer article. Good grief.

In spite of yesterday’s mainpage anti-poly sentiments, or perhaps because of it, I’d like to share the wonderful, brand new web series Unicornland. It’s the most true to life glimpse I’ve ever seen into the poly/ENM and kink communities. Season 1 is just 8 well constructed vignettes you can screen in under an hour!

An article surfaced a couple days ago about this year’s wave of celebrity deaths, the premise of which a handful of my friends have either shared or taken to paraphrasing as if it’s their own original thought. The gist of it is, “2016 didn’t kill our faves. Mental illness and substance abuse did.”

None of the MetroCard machines at my subway stop are in proper working order. The screens and keypads are all covered in mysterious sticky gunk, having been sabotaged by the young men who stand at the turnstiles, scalping swipes from abandoned cards they find on the ground.

My mother’s currently in treatment for non-Hodgkins lymphoma. She’d been in remission for four years until a recent scan showed that it had spread to other parts of her body. I’d like her to consider every viable option available for her healing process, and I think that marijuana is among them.

Okay, so I love my hippie friends. Like, my personal utopia would be an intersectional intentional community that focuses on art, sustainability, and community works. But I’m a grounded, city-raised hippie, so I like a good steak and I’ve never wanted to live in an ashram. I don’t have a shaman or a guru. My period is…

I probably know a handful of libertarians, maybe three or four Republicans, and they’d all rather abstain than vote Trump. So the vast majority of my acquaintance, and my the commentary in my Facebook newsfeed, falls under the left and far left.

Do you hate Jorah Mormont just because Richard Carlisle was such a bastard man to Lady Mary Crawley? Do you love Seth Green forever and ever because Oz and Willow were just so darn cute? Yes, of course you do. Everybody has doomed at least one poor actor to Sisyphean atonement or pledged their eternal devotion based…