If you have friends or family in Arizona, ask them to go to this link, register for free tickets for 45's Tuesday rally in Phoenix, and then don’t show up IN DROVES. I am 99% sure that 45 is gonna pardon Joe Arpaio at this rally. There’s a rumor going around that the IP addresses are being gathered of those who…

I almost made it through without crying. But when the neo-Nazi at the end said that no one died unjustly, and that many more people will die at their future rallies, with a huge grin on his face, I lost it.

My sister-in-law is half Mexican. She’s a natural blonde with fair skin and green eyes. She has heard so. much. racist garbage from her patients who don’t realize they’re talking to a minority. That has skewed her vision and mine of who our fellow Americans really are.

Trump is coming to my state, Arizona, next Tuesday and my mom sent out a mass text to the family, with the link for tickets, encouraging us all to register for tickets and then NOT GO to the rally. I registered for 2 no-show tickets :) If you have friends or family in Arizona, please encourage them to do the same with…

Well, that’s all a bit much. I was/am genuinely amused by the FryDaddy though.

Idk who Randall Park is, but I will watch anything Ali Wong is in. I’m also here for anything that depicts Asian men positively, as the mother to a half-Korean son.

My favorite thing I have ever seen on a wedding registry was a deep fat fryer. It was a couple that got married the year after high school, who met on the guy’s hs graduation night (the girl did not go to that high school). I was good friends with them both, and it just tickled me that they felt a need for deep fried…

I must sue for emotional distress after reading of cheese shortages.

I’m saving up to go to Paisley Park. I’m gonna be a wreck when I go, but I have to do it.

This article has helped a lot of people over the years. Accomplices Not Allies.

Occasionally my first thought when I wake up in the morning is “Prince is dead.” I’ve had one great dream about getting to see him warm up before a show, in a concert hall. I won’t blather about what his music meant to me or my relationship with my brother, because I know many of us have Prince stories. I’m still not…

Someone who I would like to just ask “WHY?!” got me a magazine subscription to the Oprah magazine, and when it comes every month, I look at it for about 5 minutes and then I’m done because it is so unrelatable. The newest cover shows her holding a cornucopia of flowers, wearing galoshes, a floor length pink sequined…

*slow clap*

Mixed-race royals is exactly why I want this to be true. Idk if neo-Nazis care about the English royals, but uh I bet they will if this marriage happens. Anything that makes racists froth at the mouth, I am here for it! Get your swirl on, Megan and Harry!

Nipple Merkin sounds like it could be the name of a Hollywood celebrity’s baby.

Oh wow. I hadn’t thought ahead to helping my son handle it if he is around any aggressive outbursts in the future. I had only talked with him about not keeping secrets about things that are worrying him. I can see now that I only reacted to the restraining order, and I didn’t give him tools to deal with the…

I’m a POC who has been organizing with anarchist *friends* (not allies, a distinction that is important to me, because allies are people who I have SWOT meetings with, or powermap with, or see at benefit shows or jail support) for several years now. My anarchist friends are my friends who happen to be anarchists. We…

I’m not as disciplined as Little Animal, but for about 2 months now, I’ve been doing a good amount of what she/he does. It has helped my imposter syndrome go away. The thing I can’t get with is meal planning to have the same thing every weeknight.

I deactivated my FB and IG after a recent shitty life event, and I have enjoyed my life much more without it. I have no desire to go back to FB. I do miss humblebragging about my vegetable garden on IG, so I might go back to that once the winter garden is going. Deactivating social media showed me who my real friends…