As a proud member of Menstrual Cup Club, I am obligated to follow the first rule of Menstrual Cup Club, which is you always talk about Menstrual Cup Club.

Pre 'pause? I bought Depends to wear at night. Finally stopped making the bedroom and bathroom look like a murder scene. Best sleep I ever got. Only needed about three per month. Wish I'd thought of it sooner.

That was a fantastic piece of writing. I stayed extra long at the Red Cross after my blood donation (my New Yorker source) just so I could finish it.

Jesus, each of these stories should have ended with a scalding bowl of soup to the dick for the men involved.

Of course, he really should be redirecting people to the appropriate email:

Except the unhinged racist rantings didn’t seem to trigger an emergency landing. To say “that was wrong,” didn’t demand anything other than the basic courage and decency to speak one clear and declarative sentence. No fuss or chaos required.

That kid is so cute it’s not fair. Her blonde hair blue eye combo is like perfection. Not only that, her suit is completely appropriate. That hand on hip pose is pure sassy-pants behavior. I bet she takes dance class or something, because that's a totally normal pose for young kids...cause it's easy. Puh-leeeaze...

I always thought it would be awesome if the fans of Entourage and the fans of Sex and the City could be introduced at the world’s largest Brotastic/Basic Bitch Mixer, and then be shipped off to Wish Fulfillment Island where they could live out their lives as a never-ending cycle of roofies, brunch and credit card debt.

I mean...that’s more than a gripe at that point, no? Refusing to work together is some pretty straight up unprofessional shit. I mean, if I refused to work with anyone in this office who bugged the hell out of me it would just be me and the kid who gets lunch and even he’s on thin ice after the “Oatmeal Raisin cookie”…

Apropos of nothing, here is a cool pic I found on his Facebook.

My only takeaway from this is that I really, really want to see Maria Abramovic deliver a powerpoint presentation.

Not sure whatever happened to him, but in the early-aughts, there was a thing called Pete Yorn who wrote a song that people liked so he toured small clubs. I saw him with some friends in the Attic in Pittsburgh. His lackeys pulled random girls out of the audience to meet with him after the show, and my friend was one…

Best story. Like Janice Dickinson more now.

I am an LA lady that works in the industry. All of my personal celeb experiences have been few and far between, as I just started and am a lowly pleb, but a fairly well connected one with friends that have some GREAT rotten celeb stories.

She is not one of those celebrities I go “I wish I could hang out with her”. It is more I would run the other way as fast as I can if I saw/met her.

Not a dick to me directly, but to my shitty ex. He deserved it.

Ellen Page. I met her at club in Culver in 2009. I had a black eye and she asked me how I got it. I told her I ran into a stop sign and she goes: “You’re supposed to stop at those.”

That’s probably the nicest he’s ever been to anyone.

I don’t wanna sound like a dick, but that combined with her little friendo’s “maybe more like someone from the East Coast” leads me to believe that people in Portland are just as fucking catty and bitchy as people everywhere else, no matter how many fucking birds they put on it.