Your team staying popular equals more money in the pockets of all other franchises and NFL brass.

Can I care about the sport of football and still care about women? How about we go with what all NFL fans would agree with. Fuck Rodger Goodell. He's the fuhrer of the NFL. I'll be glad when he's gone. Also, he made 41 million dollars last year. So, double fuck him.

I'm sorry, but I have to wholeheartedly disagree with this article. I am supposed to stop supporting a team I grew up loving because the asshole higher ups made and a completely terrible decision? I have to choose between being a feminist and supporting a team whose fan ship is huge part of my identity? Of course Ray…

My best friend is a 5'3" tiny woman, and she runs all the time. Once she was alone and a dude on his bike smacked her ass. So she shoved him off his bike and yelled, "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR NOT WEARING A HELMET, ASSHOLE!!!" and then ran off.

A friend of mine died. I was really sad. I was sitting outside missing her on a bench outside of work on a beautiful sunny day. A lovely orange butterfly landed on my knee and hung out there for several minutes. It cheered me up immensely, and flew away.

So two years ago I was locked in an epic struggle with a chipmunk who made his home in my front flowerbed (I use that term loosely as my tiny tiny townhouse supports an even tinier yard). His second favorite thing to do was dig tunnels throughout the flowerbed and rip shit up. His favorite thing to do was fuck with…

I was chilling on this little beach in Thailand for a few weeks. There was one path from the beach that took you through the food shacks up to the huts all the rock climber/tourists lived in. I was coming back from breakfast with my two friends. We were carrying bananas in our hands for a snack later. Out of nowhere a…

Several years back I was homeless in San Francisco. I could often find friends to stay with, but not every night. The night of this tale I was trying to sleep in the park, and to help me sleep and forget about my shitty predicament I had bought a big jug of Carlo Rossi. Around midnight I'm good and sloshed, but still…