You know, I thought this woman was crazy and wrong from the beginning. Then I heard the backstory, which the Stranger doesn’t even really dip into because it doesn’t fit the narrative that they want to drive with 15 sentences beginning with White Supremacy. Frankly, the Stranger staff is being a giant dick.

My favorite is, “What are you?” Like, what the fuck man? What do you mean ‘what am I’?

I loved this. Especially being a dark skinned black woman. I know I still have issues from childhood, and I thought I had gotten over them like other people have said but my preferences and things I do directly correlate to my skin tone and how I feel about myself.

He also said he wasn’t a racist!

Can we bring New Mexico, too? I feel like they are just kinda hanging out there surrounded by bullshit. They need some love.

I’m so thankful to women like Zendaya who are normalising fake hair. I’m a white woman who wears a lace front wig due to severe trichlomania. It’s seriously amazingly how fascinated non-wig wearers are when they find out about it, and I think most of the white women I know would secretly love to wear a bunch of…

That was awkward as fuck. I’m so glad I’m not single and I don’t have to text new people anymore.

Nothing witty, I just hope he fucking dies.

Michelle smiled as she watched the gathered children enjoying their fresh carrots and celery sticks. Though their village barely made it through the bombings she knew that the war would soon end and these children would survive to see another dawn. She felt Bill place his hand on her shoulder as he joined her.

Aww I like this scenario so much. We should start a fan fic site just for this.

“I’m not racist, I’ve never burnt a cross in anyone’s yard.”

Because they are trying to look as Aryan as possible and would chug bleach if it would get them there?

why do racist ass white women keep ruining their hair in the same way

ugh so disappointed in my girl blake.

Seriously! I wish we could just put up a Spongebob transition card and get this shit over with.

And I can already smell the barrage of think pieces from pop culture critics trying to dissect a marriage they were never a part of.

How many dads were at class coffee?

I'm not even halfway done but I can tell you right now I've never laughed so hard at a movie review in my life. BLESS YOU, LINDY WEST.