YYYYEEEESSSSS thank you! I grew up on Sweet Savage Love, and it’s one of the reasons I became a romance author! Now I work to subvert the Kyriarchy through feminist heroines and the men who respect them—through fabulous oral. 😘 Every lady should read some fabulous modern romance. So many awesome ladies writing…

I once tried to traverse a three-foot snow bank in Chicago. I am five-feet tall. My husband had to lift me out, but not until after I’d given him enough laughter to warm up. To conclude: I live in LA now, and yes to all this. Holy crap.

I would have liked to throw him into the Fabulous Matriarchal Pit of Fire for to Roast Marshmallows. But then Hillz lost. Sigh.

Seriously thinking of switching teams. And I already enjoy dancing naked in the forest at midnight!

Now I know what it would look like if Al’s Pancake World made a girlie show.

It must be clapping his Cheeto hide to not be blasting the protestors—they’re brown, FFS!

They’re definitely right that if you ignore things, they magically go away. Like cancer.

Of course they can have it both ways. Words have no meanings. They’re for the things they’re against. Up is down. Black is white. Whoops, not that last one. Black is Obama, and he is the antichrist who forces them to say “Hapoy holidays.”

“I’m definitely not complaining about that bullshit I endured. Not complaining at all. In public. I said NOT!!

Ah okay. The rules are there ain’t no rules. I feel cooler just typing that.

Hey lady! It’s brutallyhonestbabes. Am I allowed to say hello in a thread? 🙂

#NopeonaRope

I’d rather have a wedding #hashbrown.

So there’s a 1:1 ratio of insufferable baby names to “Papa.” Sounds about right. I wonder if they’ll start spelling it “Paapyah” soon.

“Pro-life” is about controlling women, period, and it always has been. Yes, they convince many true believers that it’s about baby murder, etc., but for the legislators, it’s control. Many would prefer dying women, because hey, at least she’s controlled and not voting for Hillary or causing trouble.

Yeah, I call my browser “What Fresh Hell?” now.

In the age of Cheeto Voldemort, words truly have no meanings. Bombers aren’t violent. Emails should jail you, except when you show them to your mistress. Thusly, I have decided that cakes have no calories anymore—I may have no rights in a few months, but I can eat all the cake my overlords allow me.

Ooooh how lovely! I love that she’s a brand rep—it’s fabulous to admire her work while lusting for her lippie. The flack is same shizz, different day. If I ever got popular enough as an author to be a lipstick shill, well slather that red on me like a bullseye, fellas!

If this were about Andy Dwyer and Katniss Everdeen—THEN I would watch it.