My boys very first awesome nanny posted a typically awesome meme recently along the lines of “real women have curves, real women don’t have curves, real women are real and don’t need these stupid sayings”. She will always be one of my favorite people.

My friend and I had planned to meet at the one and only coffee shop in Portland participating as a “Luke’s Diner” (what’s up with that, Portland you city of pretentious coffee drinkers??? Can’t dedicate more than one to this beautiful endeavor???!) but common sense prevailed and we settled for sitting down with lattes…

I saw Desperation Pretzel open for Bad Brains at the 9:30 Club.

I’m legitimately upset over this. I’ve been binging on the bake off the last couple of weeks and there’s no way the can possibly replace Mel and Sue, they are half of what make that show so great. This blows y’all

What is the point?! I love Mel & Sue.

“Talk down” seems to be a euphemism, here. To condescendingly patronise a woman as to her own experience and that of her gender might come closer.

*sigh*

I’ve never found boy shorts that didn’t have an uncomfortable seam running front to back. :/

You do realize theres already a term for the collective parts that make up external female sex organs right?

If you always have a wedgie, is it really a wedgie?

jfc. It’s looks like if you tried to pee in the ocean in that thing the piss would shoot up the front, squirt out your cleavage, and hit you in the face.

If you really want to see what she’s really like you will have to watch all those seasons but I really wouldn’t wish it on anyone. It gets so dark. There’s something really perverse in watching family members go after each other so aggressively and with such hostility.

I read both and live for a particularly bad xojane article that the commentariat tears to shreds. It’s an ultra meta treat when Jezebel comments on xojane because it feels like my two favorite worlds colliding.

As a medical professional, I can confirm that kidney transplants do fall out after three weeks. They are essentially the same thing as eyelash extensions.

No recreation of the clothes worn during the French Revolution is complete without an audience of pretentious, worthless assholes who sole contribution to society is looking like fucking idiots and snorting cocaine like a Hoover vacuum.

Isn’t it ironic? Don’t you think? A little tooooo ironic. And, yeah, I really do think.

Here’s what she ought to do. Write a song about dumping Calvin instead of the usual “he was mean and sucks” thing. Like a hard, “I’m sorry it’s not you it’s me” song. It stays with her brand without crossing over the line.

Its the dead eyes. That is what has changed most. She is dead inside

You mean Showgirls?