My family and I make fun of each other. I call my mom crazy, OCD, perfection obsessed and frantic. She calls me lazy, grammar nazi, feminazi liberal, and a rebel. Dad is mostly imitations, making fun of his bad grammar and stupid phrases.

Meh, I wouldn't be either. Although, I wonder what he smokes.

I write list based comedy, and I use a male name, talk about my penis, and do whatever it takes from keeping anyone who is not signing my paycheck to find out I am actually a girl.

DOES THIS MEAN I CAN BREAK OUT THE BODY GLITTER I HAVE LEFT OVER FROM SUMMER OF 2000?!

@morninggloria: It provided an excellent contrast. We have a women addressing a crowd, trying to make a difference and bring attention to a cause, while we have a demure Jackie O looking lovely and confused at the question.

@LaPergs: I agree with that statement so hard. She cuts to the chase, sees bullshit, and can give you that look like "Seriously, this is fucked up. Do only I see this?"

@Samanthrax: I still wonder how my poor therapist understood me.

@HanaMaru: I orginally thought that, too. But I figure I would also make fun of a female who was bawling uncontrollably about this rediculous moment.

@Eeva: it is on.

I was knocked unconscious when I was 8 by a goat that headbutted me in the solar plex.

I am off to masturbate now.

@morninggloria: Dance? Please, scientist, my womb is a fortress against sperm. Like a paranoid uterus preparing for a zombie sperm invasion. Dance? Bitch, that was rocket fire.

@lalaland13: Amen! I am a journalism student, and everyday I get reminded by my professor that we do this because we love it, not for the money.

@morninggloria: I agree. Damn. I'm applying for a new barista job today, so I am glad if this fails, I can try to be her publicist.

@LocalStMary: [/end child like tantrum]

NO.

@mallikor: That is true. Where I lived it was somewhat rural (nonprofit organizations for the iliterate do not do as much good in modern cities) but my friend choose who she was interested in, and the parents ruled from there.

"Heeve! For the Hoes! Heeve! For the Hoes!"

@dancingteacups: I thought the same thing. However, at least they are having standards. And when I lived in India, modern women could choose who they marry, but parents must approve of the guy.

One day, I will go to class wearing my closest resemblance to an outfit I see in Elle. And I will laugh as I get called stupid and have potential public indecency charges billed.