This was always how it was going to end. I do hope she got paid well, but there was never any hope of this ever getting to trial, much less her winning that trial.

Related: the fast food war.

“I have definitely had piggish thoughts about random women but I have never been that hard up that I couldn’t find a consensual partner to entertain my inner pig.”

Wait, I think I get it. Calling yourself trash is how men deal with the fact that they actually like patriarchy and misogyny because it benefits them. So they show shame and that covers up for the fact that they still want dominance. If you say “I’m trash” and do a little performative feminism, you can avoid changing…

I feel sorry for people who need a shame step in order to reform behavior. I feel sorry for people who need an “I am” before they can move to “I do”. I feel sorry for people that need others to take the shame step because they were never taught you can skip it. Shame is a useless emotion and actually a way to avoid…

I was practicing some cheers for the upcoming school year with a couple of my neighbors just for fun.

“. It’s the queer icon of a queer icon.”

What exactly is the benefit of “having a conversation” about the fact that those old cartoons had racist overtones?

“Oh, you’re a cubist painter? Picasso beat the crap out of his wife.”

“Oh, you like Sleeping Beauty? Anne Rice wrote a few extra-smutty books with that story.”

“Oh, you like Steven Spielberg’s The BFG?…

I was about 23 in the year Stranger Things 2.0 is set. It reads as completely authentic to me. No, it doesn’t look like an MTV video, but not much did. All the stereotypes of the Eighties weren’t walking around on the streets in small towns, or in the middle schools. Neons and parachute pants were a 3 month long fad…

It’s “crypto-currency.” Can’t they get it back by just believing really hard and clapping their hands 3 times?

You really are just a petulant and horrible person. I want you to know this.

No seriously: you’re a piece of shit.

Oh shit. Sorry. I forgot you tech people were fucking assholes without any fucking clue how 99%+ percent of the planet live day to day.

Because people who struggle to live week to week should definitely be researching investment strategies in non-corporeal moneys! They should also be memorizing package options on BMW M Series just in case! Explore the real estate market in London while they’re just lounging around!

Nope!

“Hey guys, I made a number. Not just any number, I swear it’s a special number. I’ll sell it to you.”

There’s no chance this isn’t a massive bubble, right?

That would be Traci and her either reality warper or moron of a father, take your pick - in a universe where aliens invade every Thursday, demons and magic and time traveling fairies are a real thing, and Death, Destiny, Desire and all their siblings are actual people you can have a drink with (oh and there’s a God…

She’s a certifiable nut job surrounded by sycophants who tell her that she is flawless. She ain’t got nothing on Tina Turner.

She turned down a Disney role because it was beneath her?