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Popularity depends on sticking with a clean, uncomplicated narrative: cops are evil or black men are criminals. Anything in between makes people's heads explode.

But the voters are electing those those who gerrymander. And, at least from what I see in the media, gerrymandering is happening pretty openly and, therefore, with the tacit approval of voters.

Let me guess whose fault it is...The American voters?

It's interesting to note the ways feminists deflect blame for the spectacular failure of 21st century feminism to achieve mainstream success, especially among young women. When you're chief constituency distances themselves from your movement, you've got a big PR problem on your hands. And judging from the defensive,

When you find yourself involved time and time again in relationships with shitty, self-interested, stupid, inadequate partners, eventually you have to accept that YOU are the common denominator. It's not other people who are the problem—it's you who make these dysfunctional relationships possible. Americans have

In America, terminal patients have no right to pain management, no right to hospice care, no right to skilled nursing care at home, no right to affordable health care. But if they want to commit suicide, the government shouldn't get in the way? If this is "Death with Dignity" you can keep it.

I survived the Great Kinja Blackout just to learn that some mediocre hoodrat has a Twitter account?

Jesus, that's the horror story IBS sufferers tell on Halloween. I'll never forget my one-night stand where I had to dash off to the bathroom MID COITUS. When I returned, my man asked "Did you just go poop?" with a sly twinkle in his eye. "Of course, not!" I laughed. We ended up dating for two years after that. But I

At Kutztown University, there's a huge, rambling Victorian building known as Old Main. Inside, there there's a dorm room—a single—supposedly to be haunted by the ghost of a suicide. A dancer. A friend (of a friend) lived there briefly in the early 90s. He kept a creepy old department store mannequin in his room. He

I didn't care for the car bomb popovers but the martyr marinara is to die for.