Yeah, but that’s not a feminist act just because you’re a woman deciding something. It’s just an act of a woman deciding something.

Thank fucking christ. If I see one more feminist-esque thinkpiece that’s ultimately just subtle brand placement, I’m going to puke. I’m looking at you, Millihelen.

Just stop listening to him. You can’t make other people do so, but you can stop yourself. I did the same with Morcheeba, a band I used to love, when I heard this song for the first time while just shuffling on playlists.

We responded to the civil rights movement by figuring out how to murder black people within a legal political structure rather than hanging them from trees. We Americans are scum.

The last one.

Dude, all men can go fuck themselves. I’m going to dress however I goddamn well please.

Yep. I might also travel 2 miles east and go to the lake once this summer. I’ll Instagram the whole excursion to comprise “summer 2015” montage which took all of three hours.

I bet you wear muscle tees and talk about molly a lot. Bro.

I look and feel ridiculous in anything but tiny, plain, rose or yellow gold gemstone-free trinkets. Dogeared necklaces are my jam. I wish I could be these women.

Oh god yeah. I gained and lost 100 pounds. It was essentially all in my midsection. I have never once, at any weight, identified with the “body positive” plus size fashion movement.

I love when I read something and it’s like a light bulb turns on in my head and I get it. I felt that while reading this. Thanks.

Oh for fuck’s sake. Do I feel like a goddamn fool right now, or what? I didn’t realize they stole and modded his car. I thought it was just a cool car they had.

Yeah. I went to see Above & Beyond and while it was great, I had my lifetime fill of bro armpits after about an hour. There’s only so much rhythmic gyration you can do without inadvertently getting to first base with a stranger (which, sadly, is not really my jam)

Maybe I’m just a big loser but what do you do at events like EDC? Like, you get tired from dancing eventually and just want to sit/lay around and chill with your friends, but the music is so loud you can’t hear them and there’s nowhere to sit. You don’t really want to drink because you might be on a drug that doesn’t…

How do you put up with your countrymen? Is it like an ‘ignore them and they disappear’ type of thing? (That’s how it works for me — I am from the equally rednecky far north)

This is not well written, because I read the whole thing and still don’t know what the damn difference is.

Says the armchair quarterback.

Oh yyyyeah, Oliver Wood. Scottish, unf.

I tucked like 10 Cheeba Chews into my dirty laundry in my checked luggage on the way home from Colorado. I was fine.

Ron gives me feelings. I have a ginger thing though.