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Oh shut the ever loving fuck up with the racist horseshit. This article is about Bresha Meadows and you can kindly drop the fucking white persecution complex. Saying that this is an outrage does not equate with saying other matters are not outrageous.

I do not doubt that in the least. I grew up in an abusive home where the scenario you describe was my life.

If they got the cops involved, the abuser would have killed them immediately. And the cops and male legislators would have thrown up their hands and probably blamed the mother for the actions of an abusive man.

To add on to my previous comment, to suggest that she should’ve put herself in even more immediate danger and tried (probably unsuccessfully) to stop him while he was alert sounds fucking ridiculous to my ears. This isn’t much different from a kidnap victim attacking their abuser in an attempt to escape - it’s self

He was an immediate threat to her and her mother’s lives at any other time. He was violent and physically bigger. This was her only option for self defense as she was trapped living with her abuser.

There are so many promising diabetes trials in Canada — one of which seems to involve something as simple as an injection of cayenne into the pancreas.

I’ve been struggling with my own use of the word “bitch,” which I use sometimes to describe disagreeable women or men who are acting cowardly, or timidly. Culturally, the use of this word is still acceptable, but I’ve been reluctant to use it because I’ve realized I’m only using the word to describe women, or to

Dude, I’m not saying she’s not a shitty person or anything like that. She’s terrible. The worst. Just saying we don’t have to hurl sexist slurs at a shitty woman. Just like we don’t have to hurl racist slurs at a shitty person of color. Invoking sexism just hurts all women. That’s all it accomplishes.

Wow she was bad, like really bad, but we are just going to ignore all the “stupid Bronx uptown thot bitch” remarks?

I’m in the gray so no one may see this, and it doesn’t really relate, but I’m looking for advice and figured I might as well ask my fellow Jezzies.

What the place really needs is unprotected sex mixers so you can book your next vacation visit before you leave!

“The NYPD refuted the claim, saying that no chokehold was used.”

I hope my cats eat me after I die. It seems like a fitting end to the life of a crazy cat lady.

My kitty is a little old lady that is glued to my side, too. Though she is not a jumper. We have to elevator her into the bed because she’s chubby and not agile or springy. She also always responds whenever I talk to her with her old, gravely, barely audible meow.

My cat fucking loves me. She loves people in general, but she is especially attached to me. She is at the door when I get home from work. She will paw me for hours after I get home so I won’t forget to give her love and affection. She follows me everywhere. If I go in the bathroom without her she claws the door till

My husband and I went on a day trip, we were gone from about 7 in the morning until about 10 at night, when we got home, we fed the cat and went to bed. Husband woke up at some point and found the cat had managed to both tuck himself into bed with his head on the pillow, and position himself so my husband’s arm was

My kitteh likes to lay on my chest when I get home from work. She will follow me around meowing until I lay down on the couch and she can climb up on my chest. She will lay there a minimum of 20 minutes. Then she is fine and I can get up and go about my business. But she will not let up until she gets what she

Only one of mine loves me. The other two just yell for food. However, he loves me a little too much. In fact as I am typing this I am reaching over his 19 pound body from an awkward and uncomfortable angle to accommodate his need to sit halfway across my laptop keyboard and my lap. He’s not moving. I tried. He came

My sister is at home a lot right now, and she’s confirmed that, yes, a few minutes before I usually get home from work, my cat climbs out of wherever he’s been napping and goes to wait by the door for me. It fills me with joy every day.

This little lady snuggled me all day yesterday so obviously she loves me.