I recall the exact moment I became aware of the desirable-ankle thing, at a young age. I had just learned that my father was once engaged before meeting my mother, and when I asked why he called off the first engagement he (in a misplaced attempt to compliment my mother) said the other woman had “thick ankles”.

Wait, they could *touch* you?? That’s extra creepy.

Wait, I just clicked on the first old article in the “recommended stories” bar (above) and according to the three year old Gawker post about Marina Krim’s mommy blog, she would now be 53.

Hey, Joanna — a factual addition for context for ya: until recently, it was actually illegal to own more than 6 dildos in Texas. That’s right, there was a sex toy maximum limit, in a state that decries government setting limits on freedom to own firearms etc.

Is the answer Jesus?

Magic is the nickname for their penis, right?

I prefer “hot side piece” and “meat delivery machine” but my husband is soooo old fashioned.

Also, more Nazis. So, ipso facto, America’s gun problem is really all the fault of Nazis. Nothing to see here...

Rejection: that’s what songs are for.

There’s currently a burgeoning and very self-righteous movement that claims that the media “encourages mass shootings” by writing about the shooters or exploring their motives.

Mmmmm. Throw in some Ironic Hominy, and I’m there.

It always sounds like some sort of mossy artisanal sandwich topper, to me. “Would you like some spouse on your wrap?”

There were a few people saying that this kind of testing should be routine and discussion of fertility should come up at every annual doctor visit. The counterpoint was that it isn’t totally reliable. It would have been nice to have another voice pointing out that another reason it might not be routine is that not…

Guilty confession: can’t get into her music. I have triiieeed. Don;t hate it or anything, I just love her style so much I expected to connect more with her sound, I guess?

Hm. That’s pretty good wardrobing. I think I can pick out Luke and BAG just from their costumes...

I have a hard time calling slaves workers or considering their forced efforts work. It’s like calling rape, sex: in a dry dictionary definition of the physical act, sure, they may seem similar. But in both cases there is an ocean of actual and contextual difference between them.

Had just come here to say this, glad I scrolled through.

just looked again at the pic and are those — dare i even say it? — elasticized waistband jeans with PLEATS??

A bathrobe tied with a random leather belt, no less! By the looks of it, anyway.

She looks looks fucking bonkers, and I love it. Possibly because that’s exactly what my (deceased) 88 yr old grandmother’s hair looked like when she woke up in the morning and shuffled into the kitchen for coffee. It’s just missing the rolled down kneehigh hose and crocheted slippers to complete the look...