Can we just have a round of appreciation here for the Jezebel writers, who have been ON THIS SHIT like nobody’s business? I am filled with love right now.

I’m from Ireland, and I’ve been reading Jezebel for years. This website and it’s commenters have given me more of an education than my actual degree did. I read every single article and discussion leading up to the election and I was with you all this week while you hoped and cried and despaired and swore. I read…

I donated to planned parenthood and then got a lecture from a family member about dead babies. So I donated again, double my original amount, in said family member’s name.

When I was in 6th grade, our school banned shorts for some reason. I got so mad I started to campaign to bring them back.

oh god, wait, it’s all coming back. What a contrarian little piece of shit I was.

I switched my voter registration from Florida to Massachusetts in 2000 (my senior year of college), comvinced that it’s not like my absentee ballot was going to matter much in Broward County.

Oh omg this just reminded me so vividly of my own similar experience: I was in college, watching a movie with this guy I was sort of seeing. Not a lot of comfort between us, yet, is what I mean. Still in the hiding our farts phase. But I really liked him. He lived in an old house with a bunch of housemates but they…

I have no memory of this, my mother told the story at my grandfather’s wake to our assembled relatives as a ‘remember the time Tammster...’ story. Anyhow, apparently as a small child - toddler small - she used to take me a playgroup. There was an older child, although still smallish, who would regularly just walk up…

This just happened, on the 1st of this month.

I know I’m late to the party, but here is a truly scary story - you might say it was a matter of life and death.

I should preface this by saying that I have never seen a ghost or had any weird experiences, but my mom, who must be more sensitive than I am, has them constantly. She’s had multiple family members appear to her after they died (as has my grandma), she’s had ghosts appear and react to her presence simply because she…

It’s the most wonderful time of the year! I have many paranormal stories but here’s one.

Not my story personally, but from a friend:

I bet he never throws rocks at cars again.

“I watched as fear invaded my father’s eyes—this man who was never afraid of anything. I heard his voice tremble as he stood in the living room and said, ‘I don’t know where I am,”

American Horror Story: Calabasas

It would have been better if when Kylie finally turned around her face was a decrepit ghost and she lunged at the camera and killed Rob.

...No. If Philip Roth was allowed to write the same fucking story over and over, about boring, ruthless men on navel-gazing quests for sexual fulfillment — and win prizes for it — and be called one of the greatest writers of his generation — I think we as a culture can afford Beyoncé space to take what is personal to h…

Before the age of 25 I was not much of a crier. My close friends (one life-long) had only really seen me cry like once or twice. Then events in my life just went to shit and I have no idea if it was the rapid changes in my life or a hormone change. Now at 29 I find myself openly sobbing during Inside Out.