evilinfertileshrew
evilinfertileshrew
evilinfertileshrew

“Oh, stop worrying. He’s not really going to do what he says...”

Becoming Ugly

In 2001, when I was about 14 years old, my male friends invented a game that went like this: one of them—and it was

“Grab it by the peak.”

I’ve heard that Gloria Allred is now representing Mt. Everest in a suit against Mr. Johnson.

What about people who have real, from-the-left critiques of Clinton that have never been actually addressed?

Soon

co-gender? my lexicon, it doth grow.

That is a great question. Thank you for asking.

I would have gone with “misogynobject.”

Which is why I don’t do this for a living.

Currently snorting my birth control off of the back of a bar toilet while googling clinics that perform hysterectomies on otherwise healthy 30-year-olds.

Well, without wanting to cast aspersions on someone I’ve never met there’s a possibility that Rock Star-marrying models may not be the best moral compasses to guide our society.

In Japan there are Buddhist monks who, at the end of their lives, practice a form of self-mummification by consuming a tea made from a plant that dehydrates them and dries into a sort of lacquer.

Well, if you’re going to marry a Troll, it might as well be the King of the Trolls.

I understand why people would feel like they couldn't talk about this. If we're being honest about feelings here, I honestly felt no sympathy for the women above. To be honest, I saved all my sympathy for their children.

My sexuality woke up when he called Molly Ringwald a bitch.

Was I the only one who rooted against Ducky in Pretty in Pink in favor of James Spader?

I'm giving myself an Adult Award this week because the other day I asked a guy out, he said he wasn't interested, we had a conversation about it, and now we're going to continue being friends and I feel good about it.

I hate the term friendzone.

I prefer the much more descriptive Masterbation Alley.