As a species, we are quite good at LALALALALALALAL CAN’T HEAR YOU LALALALALALALA when confronted with anything we don’t wish to know about.

I am also That Lady. I have all the SPF and I will not hesitate to put it on you! And a hat! And get under this umbrella!

I thought that was SO EMBLEMATIC of how men perceive women not only in the workplace, but in general. Stuff that takes them 30 seconds (peeing) takes women longer because IT JUST DOES. Add on to the fact that she has to literally run a mile each way just to do it and he was surprised? That wasn’t surprising to me at…

A good “Latin” or Caribbean grocery should have goat. Where I live, we have a very large Costa Rican population so getting interesting ingredients is way easier than it might be elsewhere. When in doubt, call up your local farmer and ask them.

Every time I feel like being vegetarian for awhile, I re-read The Jungle. It’s horrifying. Most of the time I can sort of forget about how gross the food processing system is here, but some things... yeeeeeeesh. The fact that there is an “acceptable” level of rats in ketchup is pretty terrible.

This. “Christians” loooooooove Old Testament “set shit on fire and judge everyone” God, even though they claim to be all “we *heart-eyes emoji* Jesus!” Can’t have it both ways, guys.

“Wow, you must be having a party, eh?”
“ummmmm.... yeah.... sure. That’s it. I’m having a party.”

It was a Heineken, so how would he be able to tell?

My BFF’s mom refuses to eat ketchup after having worked in the tomato processing plant at Heinz way back in the day. All she can do is shudder and say “...acceptable number of rats.”

If death is not an option, I think I’d prefer it to be a Diva cup, all things considered.

On the other hand, it’s kind of what we deserve, as a species.

Live your truth, bro. Live your truth.

Sweet.

Considering you wrote this comment in Modern English and not in the style of, say, The Venerable Bede...

You can be highly educated and good at some things and still be pretty stupid.

Except for me, because when I’ve been drinking, I’ll dance to anything! It’s not pretty and should never be done in public but wooooo OPEN BARRRRRR!

I hear “Runaround Sue” at weddings sometimes, too.

If I were at a wedding where the band pulled out a didgeridoo, you can be absolutely certain that my drunk ass would wobble over there and ask if I could have a go. Because that would be amazing (to me and probably only me).

Maybe not in one day, but definitely over the course of the month! Elastic waists are the greatest thing!

The Bloat Baby is a real thing.