I'm going to completely agree with this post. My dad died in January after a very short and viscous bout of lung cancer. It was a 5 hour drive home from where I currently live, and I spent most of that car ride either on social media on my phone, answering texts, or sobbing uncontrollably. For the months after, I made…

There was a pretty great South Park episode back in 2008 called "Britney's New Look." In it, Britney Spears is intentionally driven to suicide by paparazzi/the American public as a ritual sacrifice to the harvest gods, a la Shirley Jackson's "The Lottery." I always think of that episode when I see negative tabloid…

Even after male actors do horrible horrible things like:

This is very hard for me to type, but I am going to anyway. Hopefully I won't get flamed by people who think I am grieving wrong, or am not even real, or that they somehow know they would behave the "right" way as a widow

Example: No one is discussing the impending Hiddleston or Gosling backlash...

The world will always do its absolute best to knock down any independent woman a peg or two to keep her in her place. I don't see this article discussing 'has been' male actors getting the "backlash" treatment? I guess because that never happens.

Sounds basically like an all-boys camp, but with less accidental shitting.

Not to be the asshole here and I totally blame the Bachelor guy and his stupid Diane in 7B as well as the restaurant tip hoax a few weeks ago, but are we 100% sure this is real?

This seems like the closest thing to a propos I'll ever have for this story:
When I was ~13, I went to an athletic summer camp. It was pretty much all preteen girls on a college campus, for a week. I didn't know yet that there was a name for this noise I could make, but there was some gymnastics stuff involved in this…

So I interviewed Awkwafina ages ago, and she is genuinely hilarious and awesome. I love almost everything she does. Also she's adorable.

Let's talk farts that flow up the FRONT and you need to do the awkward shift to get the smell bubble poppin'.

Or not.

"Queefing like a Bronte" is my new motto.

Sometimes, unbeknownst to me, devious little queef bubbles sneak up into my frontal region and lie in wait while I'm sitting in my office chair at work. Then, as soon as I stand up, BAM. It sounds like the Revolutionary War is happening in my pants and I have to rush my bullet-spraying vagina to the bathroom so I can…

Fox News Headline:

God, please stop worshiping celebrity children.

Ho hum.

Jon Snow: For that man in your life who knows nothing.

I hated Peeta because of that, it seemed that without Peeta Katniss would have been able to do much more because she wouldn't have to be worrying so much about him.

Maybe this makes me a terrible person, but am I the only one who's hoping Peeta will die if only so he can stop almost dying every few minutes?