I know you meant “slut” but I’m chuckling because “slit” works too.
I know you meant “slut” but I’m chuckling because “slit” works too.
I love that
I’m pro-choice and a scientist and I read the report of a human-pig chimera with unease. This type of technology is very powerful and raises challenging ethical questions like: how human a creature you can grow? what suffering does the animal endure? Where will we go once this technique is perfected? I’m mostly…
Feminism: Apply Directly to the Forehead!
I am pretty sure that I still own a floor length dress that I bought at Contempo Casuals made out of some kind of stretchy too-thin fabric with a full sunset scene on it. I haven’t been thin enough to wear it since the 90's but it is so ridiculous I just can’t get rid of it.
Actually, I think Forever 21 would be a torture from the 9th circle of Hell.
Did anybody else’s mom not even let them go into Wet Seal, apparently for fear of catching a case of the harlots?
Another one bites the dust, damn. Anyone fascinated by dead malls though? The photos of huge, abandoned malls are so creepy and surreal.
I think that my Wet Seal days were a little bit earlier than you guys but I remember 2 purchases, vividly: a crochet vest that I wore only a black sports bra thing underneath. I purchased it for my very first concert: Guns N Roses. It had very little real value anywhere other than a concert but I wore it proudly at…
Aww, my first job was at wet seal. And all my subsequent purchases as a baby drag queen... #endofanera
because a dry seal is an unhappy seal
Nah. Wet Seal is much, much classier.
Wet Seal was one of my first jobs and I thought I was the coolest person ever with that job. I spent all of my money on clothes from there. This was in my raver days so you can imagine what I looked like.
I bought my Blossom hat there in 1992. I had a huge poofy perm, and damn did I look good in my 7th grade school picture.
I hope rogue elements in the government continue to troll the ever-loving fuck out of him until he literally strokes out.
Hang on. The resistance is stirring. Things are going to be very different after the midterms. In the meantime, we need our representatives to do nothing but resist. Not give up a yard of ground without a fight, not give up an inch. Put pressure on them, they will hear.
I’m pretty sure I’ve been to farmers markets with more people in attendance than his inauguration.
I guess the photographers he normally would have hired got tired of being stiffed. It’s like hitting up the church for security video of the wedding.
I’m hoping he dies. Long shot but a guy can dream.
Dear Rest of the Planet and It’s Leaders,