I lost my third child 28 years ago, in my thirty-fourth week of pregnancy. That remains to this day the most devastating thing that has ever happened to me. I can't even fathom being criminalized and imprisoned following the death of my son. The idea takes my breath away.

If Sarandos thinks that viewing bigoted content doesn’t have a connection to real world actions, let me introduce him to a little movie called BIRTH OF A NATION.

Gods, she’s just the best. And that line about “more backbone” is excellent.

Between advising pressured teens to have oral sex and her unsolicited advice to Britney to sell her nudes I just don’t like Sharon Stone. Everything she says comes off like she thinks catcalls/ being naked=feminism and this is what this is.

Yeah, I think Beanie was trying to be as nice as possible. She didn’t know what the gossip was about and she doesn’t know Lea Michelle personally, but Lea wrote a nice message on her Instagram. None of that is shady.

Came here to say that! Feldstein seems super sweet in this clip but the article and headline make it sound like she’s throwing serious shade and it’s obnoxious AF.

She didn’t say she doesn’t know who “she is”. She said she doesn’t know her whatsoever, which is less Mariah and more just honest.

Right? Was this a scam she was running with the landlord? And to what end? So many questions.

This isn’t my own story, but my dad’s - and my dad isn’t a liar. He’s experienced a lot of wild things taking odd jobs out on the road throughout his twenties, but this story happened right in my Indiana hometown when my mom was pregnant with my older sister. We lived in the country, and there was a hairpin turn on…

I loved this SO MUCH, thank you!! Chills!!

I love that this neatly encapsulates both a ghost-story setup and a real “creeper” story!

“Ghosts in the Walls”

And this, my dears, is exactly why you get big, thick, wooden dowels or heavy broomsticks and cut them to fit in the tracks of the sliding glass doors when the door is closed. The entire back wall of our house — both downstairs and upstairs - is just a wall of sliding glass doors that open out onto the woods. You can…

fuck, that’s scary

Awe, I love the idea of your dear ol’ pup being your guardian angel. But, of course hate the thought of another poor woman being assaulted =(

LONG LIVE DOG

My mom grew up in a small farm in the middle-of-nowhere northwestern Minnesota. Her dad died before I was born, but I regularly visited her mom (my grandmother) still living at the farm, until she passed when I was a teenager. My grandmother was the prototypical Great Depression-forged Midwest farm wife of Norwegian…

Oh buddy. I sighed for a really long time. I have a day like that where suddenly an adult man made me very aware that my body was a liability at age twelve too. Hating your body is its own horror.

Something that has helped me is strength training and pilates. Making my body feel strong helps me grapple with the fact…

When I was 12, I briefly hung out with a group of girls who were more “mature” than I was—which is to say, they liked boys and makeup, and I was more of a play-with-my-American-Girl-dolls type of tween. One summer day we decided to dress up and walk around our town, which was basically an attention-getting exercise.…

Okay, here goes. I’m 20 something, walking to my new job through the park. It’s really early in the morning, nobody around. I’m not easily scared, so it didn’t bother me. Anyway, one morning I see a guy in the park, he starts walking toward me then gives me a weird look and beers off at the last minute. I carry on, go…