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I saw the title of this and was like, “Huh, I wonder if this is someone Sarah knows,” and lo and behold! She’s right there in the picture! For real, though, the shit female racing fans go through is really unnecessary and awful and I have all of the world’s empathy because man, people are worse to female racing fans

Okay, but I feel like what we’re all ignoring here is that THIS MAN THINKS THAT WOMEN PEE OUT OF THEIR VAGINAS. I just . . .

Hear, hear! Xenophobia is really unnecessary—I’ve been creeped on by so many American dudes. Nationality doesn’t enter into it, a lack of respect for someone’s boundaries and feelings does. I’m also super not here for any claims that anyone is out of anyone else’s leagues, as if dating was some kind of team sport.

Yep, I grew up a Brenna in an Ashley and Jessica world—and my last name is so unusual that my roommate lived with me for about two years before she realized she’d been saying it wrong. I feel you, man.

I like his politics AND his face. And he’s doing stuff! He’s doing things! Canada, I am just so proud of you.

I don’t follow baseball and have never heard of either of these people before, but I think I just fell in love with them both.

Okay, but here’s the thing: of course not all men are rapists. Of course even MOST men are not rapists. But enough men are, and there is little enough education for men on the fact that not only does no mean no, but literally anything but an enthusiastic and continuing yes means no, and that consent can be revoked at

Thank you. So many people see these things and say, “Chicago is a corrupt hellhole and I will never visit there.” No. Chicago is a vibrant, beautiful city with, yes, a history of political corruption that continues to this day. I love it. The people who live here love it. And most of us are trying to effect positive

“Napoleon” by Ani Difranco.

I grew up in Grand Haven, and my entire family still lives in the Grand Rapids area. That ice storm was wild, as was derecho in 1998 that destroyed the Story & Clark Piano Factory smokestack, knocked over an entire condo building in Spring Lake, and straight-up ripped the roofs off of several buildings.

I REMEMBER THIS STORM. Man, that was insane.

This is my favorite Matt Damon story so far. Recent tone-deaf racial comments aside (and, really, given that he’s a wealthy white dude, I’m not surprised, and at least he seems semi-open to being told, sir, you done goofed on this one), he seems like a gem.

Imagine living in Chicago. There’s no way to get away from it. Stepping outside my apartment is an exercise in dodging rape triggers, since the entire city has apparently gone back to telling everyone who will listen how great Kane is. No thank you.

I think this seems like the more likely option. It’s difficult enough to bring a rape accusation to trial without the alleged attacker being a local celebrity who has gotten away with so much shit in the past without so much as a slap on the wrist from the local authorities or his employers. I’m sure this woman has

I have heard this as well from friends who have met him. No one has a bad thing to say about Toews.

Seconded. Anecdotal evidence is not the same as statistical evidence. ANECDOTAL EVIDENCE IS NOT THE SAME AS STATISTICAL EVIDENCE. *headdesk*

Forgot about this one! God, I’m going to miss this show. These guys are magical.

The Substitute Teacher “sequels” are less funny, but the original still hits SO CLOSE for me as a substitute teacher. Also, no love for Menstruation Orientation?