Oh good, another debate where women tell other women that they're doing underwear wrong. MY FAVORITE.
Oh good, another debate where women tell other women that they're doing underwear wrong. MY FAVORITE.
I WANT TO SEE THIS MOVIE RIGHT NOW. RIIIGHHHT NAAAOOO!
It was fairly clear to me that you held a strong position on the matter:
The fact that there is any amount of snark and derision towards Jaycee Dugard is FUCKING ASTONISHING considering what site we are on. That little girl was not only raped pretty much daily for the better part of a decade, she was forced to give birth to two children. She was in captivity for 18 years, which is an…
LIKE HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN!?!?!!?!
I splurged on a pair of Louboutins several years back (the peep toe platform variety, basic black satin, holy hell they are gorgeous), and they have held up better than all of my other shoes. Also, that platform he sneaks in there = win. I could never afford them now (I was making cash at the time and said "now or…
I love this so much.
Oh, yes. Oh, hangover Sprite. Or hangover ginger ale. What have you. Either way, they are sugary and made of unicorn tears and hope on hangover mornings. Normal times, they are just sugary and kind of gross.
I have giant thighs. I have been 25 pounds heavier than my current weight, and 25 pounds lighter than my current weight. At all weights, I have huge, stout, not particularly pretty, somewhat-cellulitey, extremely muscular thighs. My quadricepts are huge. All the women in my family have them. My aunt referred to them…
I have used this gif several times this week, including once over on Gawker. There has just been so much opportunity. I think this will be the last time, and I can't think of anyone more worthy of it than this horrible pig of man Scalia. Enjoy. Save to your desktops. Use frequently.
While intellectually I know Chicken McNuggets are Disgusting and Also Very Wrong, god dammit do I crave dipping one of those drumstick shaped ones (you know, the ones with the convenient handle) right smack dab into that high fructose sweet and sour corn syrup. And once a year, I cave. And they are always…
Can the term "slut shaming" please be retired now, as it is a catch all for any criticism of how women are inappropriately sexualized in the media/any objection at all to people's behavior? Can we please find at least try to find a less inflammatory term, or better yet, find a nuanced way sans catchphrases to discuss…
I love my engagement ring, and I love the man who gave it to me ten years ago. Every time I look at it, I remember that beautiful moment and our commitment to each other. If I'd paid for part of it (I did, eventually, as we spent the early part of our marriage consolidating and paying down debt), it wouldn't lose its…
I love the video, hate the song.
Oh god, a Clinton/Warren ticket would warm the cockles of my cold hard heart.
A good Scotch is like George Clooney in a Tom Ford tux - always sexy, always classic, always awesome.
...in real life, mid-level bean counting women are not smarter at accounting than their CEO bosses.
This explains why I get those god fucking awful anal cramps that literally make me buckle at the knees, hold onto whatever is nearby, and sound like a woman in labor doing lamaze breathing until they subside and I can pour myself a god damn HUGE glass of red wine cause I earned it.
I always have one telltale shit event (and by "event" I mean just basically parking myself on the throne all damn day) that precludes my flow by almost exactly 24 hours. All the time, every time.