I’m from a German farming family in the midwest. Most of our colloquialisms involve butter. The irony is that we talk about butter, but eat jello or miracle whip-based nightmares. *shrugs*

I distinctly recall racist assholes saying in 2008 that the Obamas would ruin the office with “baby mama drama” because black men always come with baby mama drama in their heads. Oh yeah and that Michelle would be an angry ghetto woman who would air domestic mess in public. Lmfao! Well look who did bring the baby mama…

I miss her:

You know, in the eighties I had nightmares about nuclear war. These past months I kiiiiiinda learned to stop worrying and love the bomb.

This story arc sucks. The characters are one-dimensional (really, MARLA is the classiest one out of this group?), the writing is hackneyed and borders on imbecilic (in what universe is “Unfortunately only attention seeking and self-serving noise.” a complete sentence?), and the whole thing really just feels like the…

Look, we can cut him in half and they can each have part. Any objections?

Praise the tiny baby Jesus that we don’t have the Clintons and their family drama in the White House. Can you even imagine? Whew! Bullet dodged.

I had a boss who skated out of a sexual harassment charge. You know the kind of shit he used to do?

It’s very simple: Don’t make SEXIST (not “sexist,” as sexism is a real thing) jokes. Don’t comment on a woman’s looks, body, or imagined sex life. Don’t stare at her tits. Don’t touch her. Speak to her in a professional, polite, friendly manner JUST LIKE YOU’RE ABLE TO PULL OFF WHEN SPEAKING TO MEN.

No, we aren’t in those positions; our positions are infinitesimally worse. So no, we frankly aren’t going to to bother “looking at it from this perspective”, because we don’t feel sorry for you.

Damned trog on Twitter wrote that these women coming forward now are lying and disgusting because they didn’t come forward earlier. Cannot even see the irony in his comment.

As someone who is constantly being harassed at her work I wish men at my workplace would just implode.

Having been raised mostly Buddhist slash whatever-I-thought-made-sense (thanks parents) I remember having to read the story of Abraham and Isaac in high school and arguing adamantly that this clearly is not a god who loves, this is a god on an ego trip. Not popular with other students but it definitely made it clear…

But he wasn’t uniquely Little Richard. He stole his entire persona from a lesser known, openly gay, performer - who Little Richard ran in the same circles with (and my have briefly been romantically involved with) - named Esquerita.

I snapped up the black version of this dress on 1stdibs.com. It is incredibly constructed from gorgeous material and so comfortable. I can nearly get away with going bra less and I’m packing DDs, that’s how well-constructed it is.

This was another of my faves—when he was designing for Guy Laroche.

It’s a shame he’s best known for the bandage dress. Don’t get me wrong—I liked it in it’s time, and even wore one to my bachelorette party years ago. But he was a master at both tailoring and draping. His designs really celebrated the female form. Do yourself a favor and Google his full name, then scroll through his…

“NFL Assures Fans There’s No Tolerance For Racial Slurs In Redskins’ Stadium”

Too banal to be shamed into believing its equivalent to actual misogynistic language that peppers our vernacular.

This is going to sound like I am Stretch Armstrong-ing it up... Being called a ‘female’ is annoying. But being called a ‘female’ while non-Black women are being called ‘girls/gals’, ‘women’, ‘chicks’ or even ‘ladies’ (which is said by the same men, who will call me ‘female’) is pretty-fucking-infuriating.