I've seen that video. Hot dudes, poor production value.

It makes me unreasonably emotional when I see humans doing kind things for animals.

Pnina's new line is Bridal Burlesque.

Hummingbirds: Nature's methheads.

I have dated two guys with disabilities before.

Benevolent sexism is the more accurate term. It's so fucking patronizing to women. It's one of those 'jokes' that are supposed to make us feel better about being women staying within their small gender box like saying that "hey, you don't have as much institutional power as men but you have your feminine wiles which…

"The fault here is any parent who doesn't feel this is essential training for boys, too. "

Me when I left my ex husband: I can't do this anymore.

"Jessica's photo spread was child pornography...and trust me I know my child pornography!"

#notalldudes

"Hey ladies, your universally recognized social cues that you don't want to be approached are giving off an aura of unapproachability! Just giving you a heads up in case you were wondering why more idiots in fedoras weren't interrupting your day with terrible pick-up lines. You can thank me anytime. P.S. Smile, babe!"

Well, of course. I mean, can anyone really measure the value of the good will of the American consumer?

Oh come on... they do more than that. They also fear monger ("Get this unnecessary, not medically indicated mammogram or DIE!"), promote over-diagnosis and over-treatment ("Sorry for the false positive, but aren't you happy you got the chance to live every day like it was your last!"), and spread victim-blamey…

I have had sex in the bathroom while my mom was in the house (I moved back in with her when I was 20 due to some roommate problems) and when my grandparents were visiting. It was quietest, most concentrated sex I've ever experienced and for those reasons, was super intense and one of the best.

When I was in my early 20's, there was a club that my friends and I went to SO often that we joked about it being cheaper to just pay them rent. We knew everyone. Everyone knew us. My cousin, a 6'8" hulk of a guy, was the bouncer. It was just one of those great (if slightly alcoholic) moments in time.

When I was 15 I used to steal my parents car in the middle of the night, drive 15 miles through LA to my girlfriend's apartment, where she would sneak up to the roof so as to avoid her ex naval officer father hearing us and subsequently murdering me, and have gross teenager sex until 6am. Then, because my girlfriend…

I want to win a pissing contest so, so badly, and doing ridiculous shit for sex might just be the one thing I deserve a gold medal at. I'll give extra stories to show my desperation:

Dude IDK if you win but I'm real glad you're having orgasms. You're such a nice person.

I'm in.
Once met a guy off Okc who showed up to the date wearing a lime green puffy vest and cowboy boots. He also spent half the time asking me over and over: "I look good for 31, don't I?"

Does anything else really need to be said?