Is that why she’s wearing a turban? If so, you’re brilliant and I look forward to this movie.

It’s like she’s a Mucha

This is so beautiful my heart hurts

Mr Fusspot, on the other hand, has no truck with scofflaws. Harrumph.

A girl I went to high school with posted the Raven comment on FB and said something about agreeing with her 100% and also that she doesn’t believe any woman deserves to be on the $20 bill. I don’t even believe in Jesus but I was like “Jesus, come get your child. She is a damn mess and needs to go home!”

Thank you.

It makes it so much better that I always hated Moxy Fruvous.

He was replaced on Q by Shad, who is amazing.

Nope, I can not see him without mentally replacing him with Richmond from the IT Crowd.

I honestly don’t think he IS. Whenever he speaks, he sounds like me when I was 13 and rilly rilly into Nietzsche and Anton Le Vey and self-congratulation about how much smarter I was than all the sheep, only he’s usually higher than I was.

I’m sure the condescension didn’t do it for her either. “I don’t care what anyone says about Madonna, I’d still fuck her.” Thanks, irrelevant guy! How is Marilyn Manson earning a living these days? Does everyone who used to manage a Hot Topic in the 90s hire him to make balloon animals at their kids’ birthday parties?

A couple of magazines have this feature for women. It's always 8 bottles of water, a green smoothie for breakfast, 6 almonds and green tea for lunch and a salad with four steamed shrimp no dressing for dinner and then the splurge...one square of dark chocolate for dessert.

This is one of the most mysoginistic things I’ve read in the Internet, THE INTERNET.

That sounds a bit sexual assaulty.

A year? That makes me wonder if it’s even worth it. I’ve only been back commenting for a few weeks, after a literally years-long break because I just didn’t have the time to put the effort into getting approved when they first changed the commenting system back in 2010 or so. I don’t understand why it’s so hard to get…

Margaret Atwood tweeted at me once and I about shat myself.*

* By “shat,” I mean that I told everyone about it. “Who is Margaret Atwood?” asked my brother. “What is Twitter?” asked my dad. “Who are you?” asked the cheesemonger at Whole Foods who was showing me where the gouda was.

People would be all like “you dog!” and nudge him fondly, grin. His pa would be like “atta boy!” and tell the neighbors he raised a stallion (I’m assuming he would not keep this private).

The only situation where boning 25 people at a party is acceptable is if…

Don’t you just hate it when people use really gross names for genitals (usually female) and sex that sounds either degrading or gross? I’d never sleep with someone that called a labia “roast beef curtains” :(.

remember: we are supposed to hate our bodies, especially the sexy bits. otherwise, how does patriarchy?