Could be, and this is just me guessing, but they refer to her as a “porn star” like a star of pornography or a higher class of adult actor, a star, while they refer to him as an “adult actor” which is just a dude who has been in porn films. I’d rather be called a porn star than an adult actor personally.

Black Mirror flashback.

The WTFuxtables?

Oh Kesha. My heart is breaking for her. The music industry is such a mess and she is such a talent. It is an incredible injustice that she is dealing with this while the likes of Justin Bieber, Demi Lovato, Pit Bull etc. etc. continue making music.

nah...she actually does have alcohol in her.

I plan to masturbate more. Circumstances really threw off my rhythm in the last half of 2015.

Death to auto manufacturers, flying contraption creators and floating vessel designers.

There are a lot of men out there. And I don’t know most of them, but it seems pretty damn unlikely that there are nearly three and a half billion rapists just walking around like it’s normal. I think it’s time to climb down from the outrage pony. It’s had a long day and is very tired. There is nothing to be gained by…

Because consensual BDSM play has nothing to do with actual rape. Many sex-positive feminists engage in BDSM without it conflicting or cancelling out their feminist politics.

Lots of women have rape fantasies. Please remember that kink shaming is not okay, and neither acting in nor viewing videos simulating rape is an endorsement of actual rape.

I love her.

Right. Because electrical outlets are so you can plug in your appliances. Autos and planes get you from point A to point B. Boats sometimes do, but they’re for enjoyment. Knives cut food and other things. Sure all can be lethal in the wrong hands or by someone being careless, but they aren’t meant to kill. A gun’s…

Agree. Sad to learn Jane Marie is leaving! After this and losing Jolie Kerr and Caity Weaver, all my hopes and dreams for the Gawker franchise are pinned on CA Pinkham.

We had leftover deviled eggs from our Halloween party so I shmushed one on each half of toasted buttered oat bread, with ham, swiss and mustard, microwaved for a few seconds to melt the cheese.

Here’s a hypothetical:

COSTUMES. I MUST SEE EVERYONE’S COSTUMES. OR YOUR BABY’S COSTUME. OR YOUR DOG’S.

“like a quiet party was happening in a different dimension”