As an adult, I think Krav Maga is the only martial art I’d want to learn. Maybe it would be something that is neat for kids, like any other martial art. I find it extremely distasteful and reckless to tell children it’s up to them to stop an attack. Their brains are not fully formed and playing the hero could result…

I posted a pic of my folded fitted sheet on fb, and many adults called it “sorcery” and asked for lessons. Yeah, I was proud. (I learned from Martha.)

Winnie (Noni?), I always knew you’d bounce back from that unfortunate incident. Come to me, my little dove. Shame me with your delicate presence.

Bipolar people could have no better public face than Carrie Fisher. Thanks for being awesome, Leia.

That’s beautiful. I didn’t even think of that. It would make the hate sex so much better.

Update: Olene Walker’s memorial stated “In lieu of flowers, please read to a child.” Well done.

I’m confused. Does everyone who uses it/them have to use the ombre? Or can you pan over it for a mix? Or just rose quartz or serenity?

Of course she did. That woman gave no fucks, ever. I’m glad another page in her legacy has been turned over.

Can this go on their Tinder profile? Way more concerned with this than length. Seems like useful Netflix and chill info.

Yeah, well, apparently they say prisoners asked for it as an option? (I don’t believe this.) Olene Walker was a nice lady who never stood a chance, unfortunately. She stood for some important things, but she was also a Mormon mom who pushed the Church agenda. Believe it or not, Huntsman was more socially moderate (as…

Goddamnit Sam. Where the hell is Carol, expert meat drape wearer, when you need her? Fuck Morgan, he let the doctor get away (she’s an actual psychiatrist and the only one capable of talking to Wolf guy). Ron needs to get dickpunched or maybe accidentally left behind. Jessie raised some sorry ass kids. “Pretend you’re…

I never say this, but I literally can’t even. Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.

Every time my stomach twists while watching this show, I’m reminded how good it is. And Trish talking to Simpson through the door? So incredibly sweet.

I was all happy until we got to the affect/effect problem. I guess I’m still happy, because he teaches theater, not English, so whatevs. Glitter for all.

Thanks internet. Funny SNL sketches, now this. That’s enough for today. Gonna watch zombies.

Memory foam pillow. 3 season down comforter. Twinings Honey Vanilla Chamomile tea. The Body Shop Deep Sleep cream/pillow spray. Wire scalp tingler. 50% bamboo sheets. Buckwheat hull/flax filled eye mask.

By all rights, giving yourself and your partner more pleasure is at least part of the happiness equation. There’s no reason more, mutal, non-duty/obligation/emotionally fraught sex can’t feed overall happiness. But that’s the trick in a relationship. Timing, stress, expectations, etc. all make it an aligning of the…

I want to know. I have to know. I have to calculate the amount I get hit on in comparison, because I am just shallow enough to crave the male gaze. I’d be like an adorabler Mary Ann, I know it. (Watch as I ruin my face.)

I’m not on Glamour’s voting board. Frankly, I don’t really care who they choose as long as they remain in support of empowered women. But I’m getting sick of all the bigoted cunts who are so up in arms about this, like it’s a personal affront. Jesus Christ, it’s a magazine. You think other women deserved it more? Be…

In Aus/NZ, they call it a Fluffy. I got teased and told they could make it chocolate because I don’t care for espresso. Babyccino works for my life.