Please, please... it is aioliroman dipshittery.

Bebe’s kids!

When I landed at JFK, my first impression is being welcomed by all of these African, or maybe Jamaican, air people that help you at the airport with your luggage. They were so kind.Welcome! I was so happy to see mixed races. In Italy, they are in the street selling gadgets.”

dead girls and women—particularly those abused and victimized and murdered—rule the attention game*

Worse for me. I was sadly okay with my parents divorcing. I want to go stand outside the White House and scream at the Obamas to never leave.

I generally agree that it’s frustrating when men begin to embrace feminist ideology through their relationships with women, rather than recognizing women as independent human beings deserving of equal rights irrespective of their relationships to men.

Do you think he made them himself? I like to think he did.

Also, Joe Biden! Today! Tweeted this picture! For Obama’s 55th Birthday!

Forget being a dad feminist. I’m a dadist. I support dads’ rights to wear socks with sandals, not completely rub in the sunscreen on their nose, and to make obnoxious jokes/puns with all varying forms of customer service staff. DADS’ RIGHTS!

*slides in with the casual aside*

No shade all T, white people who decide to let their hair “loc” “naturally” just end up looking like unkempt stray dogs.

white people working extra to fool their lifeless hair into becoming some nasty bird’s nest with a dream of becoming locs is honestly the weirdest shit

The thing for me is that being Jafaican is all the rage for those who wish to engage in black dress up but who cannot be bothered to go beyond their special snowflake selves to understand exactly what they're doing. It's also a shock to their lily-white selves that the whole world isn't bending to their needs.

I feel like there are daily editions of “White People, Could We Just Not” these days. I want to switch my subscription to the digest version so I only have to feel ashamed for us once a week.

People really like to judge other’s reproductive choices. Especially when the others are young black women.

In a tipical Mexican everyday meal you have all the carbs, you have corn, wheat and rice, and desert.

Sounds yummy