I am so sick of this viewpoint. Just because I am a minority it does NOT mean I am poor or uneducated of impoverished. God. This savior complex is infuriating.

Hey, that dust bowl wasn’t going to toss itself.

What about a REALLY CLASSY evening gown? No?

I heard the findings were to grizzly to be put on paper. So they take the polar opposite approach, which leaves a black mark on the university. Ursinae.

It is a lot closer to “No who is here to work out is even paying attention to you. No one who’s opinion is worth less than half an ounce of dried dog dicks cares what you look like.”

But you’re right. Most people - probably 99.9% - don’t give one shit about how you look naked in the changing room. They’re worrying about themselves. Don’t stop being you because some asshole with plastic tits decided to show just how empty she is inside.

He would never. Ook.

Nope! Not even if it was the Librarian.

What kind of man feels guilt for killing a woman? Men are sociopaths.

He probably sexually assualted her right before pushing her over too

Men identifying as feminists is the only thing that turns me, a woman, away from feminism.

The UPS truck must be the cat equivilent of a limo; they have so many boxes to choose from!

First, addicting is an acceptable informal version of addictive. Further, you knew exactly what he meant. That’s the point of language.

Hella is a word that these interns would not use because they are not from the Bay area.

Agreed. The email is goofy but maybe was sent with irony, who knows. The venom in this article seems... to come from something else.

No, just people pretending to be young and hip. Like Gawker and Jezebel writers.

Wow, no idea how she did it! The gossip-mongering public is usually all over the fertility status of lauded Nigerian feminist authors who give interviews to the Financial Times.

They are mocked about it because they encourage others to follow suit, thinking it is a way to find happiness. Then they end up making foolish choices and wasting away their lives and end up living in a homeless shelter somewhere.

I grew up in Italy, yet I still suffered from crippling depression. Should I have maybe moved to Cleveland?

Casey, this entire post is beautiful, refreshing, and rare. And it spoke to me like a dear and trusted friend. Your story is unique to your experiences by the very definition of the word but so broadly meaningful in its universal implications. I too grew up with, and still suffer from severe depression, anxiety and…