This totally happened to me. I was heartbroken and desperately hoped we would get back together if I went along with it. NOPE. He made me feel like trash everytime we saw each other and somehow managed to convinced me I was the one who hurt him and that he was a saint for giving me a chance to hang around (is that…
This is genius.
I agree that we should talk more about intersectionality, but I think the internet's attention span will not allow for such a discussion...probably by tomorrow there will be some new thing to (superficially) rage about. Then again I'm a glass half-empty kind of gal.
God, Stacey Dash is basically the "black friend" of every racist who says they're no racist.
Ugh I know! I still can't believe he's actually Brandy's brother.
I know right? I was like, oooohhh SHOTS FIRED!
Yes. Also, love your username!
Find a volunteer or live with your own personal existential tragedy. You aren't owed a baby.
Can't UNSEEEEEE!!!!
You win EVERYTHING.