Also he was an artsy fartsy white musician who smoked a lot of weed and dropped a lot of acid. Of course he waxed poetic about sexuality being fluid, without actually acting out on it. This is not revolutionary nor surprising information. Chill the fuck out.

Once again, let us talk about how awful he actually was as a…

My best friend in the whole world is a woman who’s mother committed suicide 20 years ago. There is not a single day that goes by that my friend doesn’t think about her mom. Holidays are especially hard for her. And it;s been two decades.

IT IS THE FISH EGGS OF SEA GLASS

Ha, I didn’t even catch that.

This is what happens when you don’t copy and paste that disclaimer on Facebook.

Becky sounds like a real Glasshole.

Every time I see one of the numerous billboards for this in NYC, I guffaw at the tagline “Piecing together her past. One tattoo at a time.”

Our high school senior class quote was along those lines, “work like you don’t need the money, dance like no one is watching.” One of my good friends was valedictorian. She got drunk for the first time at a graduation after party, and I remember her slurring, “it’s SO true. You should work like no one is watching, and…

cis hetero men are afraid of gay men because they believe gay men will treat them the way they treat women. cis hetero men are afraid of gay men because they believe gay men will treat them the way they treat women. cis hetero men are afraid of gay men because they believe gay men will treat them the way they treat…

And gang rape each other. They are truly the humans of the sea.

Umm I’ll have you know that I gave birth in the beautiful Hudson River and my baby was blessed with not two, but THREE perfectly healthy feet.

I dressed my kid as Goonies-era Josh Brolin for his 80s dance at school last year. And the first record that I picked out as a child was a 45 of Cyndi Lauper singing True Colors on the A side and the Goonies song on the B side. That is all.

Let me know if I have this right, I want to do well on the exam.

Let’s not fall into an assessment of who is or isn’t rapeable. Damon’s frame for this is fucked up. We don’t have to use it.

I don’t see a smile. I see a “The fuck is wrong with you, dude?” look.

This is about my twin sister. First day of school, she was in second grade. A boy named Ricky started picking on her. Pulling at her hair, slapping, kicking and terrorizing her. She was scared but nobody did anything. The teacher just told Ricky to stop it but he continued. He was big and an asshole. He grabbed her…

So a week after I started this job, a guy who no longer worked at the publication I worked for died in a car accident. I never met him, and he was a copy editor so it wasn’t like I was familiar in any way with him through what he wrote.
But nevertheless, the EOC said everyone needed to go. So I went. And somehow the…

FFS. I can suggest they wear very tight nooses around their necks and keep tightening them until they stop blaming the victim. Or until dead. Whichever comes first.

I have to give my SO credit for that one. My good friend is already knocked up but doesn’t want their toddler to know yet so we’ve been using a ton of pregnancy euphemisms. The more absurd the better.