“As much as I love this job and will always love this city and its residents, I’ve decided not to seek re-election,” he said at a press conference. “This has been the job of a lifetime, but it is not a job for a lifetime.”

Kashmir - this is a great article.

Not only that, but that white dude has watched a lot of pornography. Like, an unhealthy amount.

He had hand reduction surgery so he could pretend his cock was bigger.

I have a recent poop story!!!!! Me! Me!

I was obese growing up and bullied every day. It was only recently when I heard that a type of behavior was assault, and I in fact had been not only bullied but assaulted (spat on, held down and kicked etc.) One day, one of my worst tormentors was doing some awful thing to me and I just punched him in the nose. I ran…

Linen? Like, white sheets, specifically?

How the fuck did this guy get a job at Berkeley?

I’m a guy. One semester in college I had a break in between classes that was not long enough to go back to my room or to one of the dining halls (which were at opposite ends of the campus, and not close to where my next class was) to eat lunch, but still long enough to have a nice relaxing lunch at the student union.…

Seriously. The comments from the Hall of Hotep have been utterly ridiculous. At this point it’s just willful ignorance and I’m side-eyeing all of them. You can still rape people in your dashiki and cowrie shells, and just because you feel like you’re an expert on what Black liberation really is, it doesn’t mean you…

And yet Woody Allen’s next big movie is in theaters now. I wish the white rapists would experience the same backlash.

Gooooooooooood. And all the ashy Hoteps out there can miss me with their rape apologist bullshit.

This whole thing has been exhausting, as a sexual assault survivor. It’s like everywhere I turn there are rape apologists—more so than usual.

These people are lying virgins.

Every time I’ve read “angel hair” I’ve thought “pasta”.

I used to get up early on Saturday mornings to watch Cartoons—way before my parents would wake up. As I recall the earliest show was Mighty Mouse, and then it went on all morning long. I don’t think my mom would plan anything before noon on Saturdays because it would cut into cartoon time.

Near as I can figure this is what’s really going on:

My mum at the World’s Fair, 1964.

I just got back from an extended vacation at my childhood home with my family, and my mother (60, white, female, housewife) is a fascinating case study in this.

They do this in Chicago too. Drives me nuts.