moralia
Moralia
moralia

Guns don’t kill fetuses. Fetuses kill fetuses.

don’t tell me how I don’t appreciate the sensitivity of a woman and the rights of women

Both of these ingredients have their uses. I am never going to make aioli with garlic powder, but for a spice rub I am on board.

Thanks for reposting that and also Dwayne is pretty much always a proudly ignorant dickhead.  Seriously how could anyone be so stupid as to make that comparison??

Yeah, I don't know if it's purely a small town thing or if it happens in larger communities too, but there's something about being around the same group of people growing up that pigeonholed me into a persona that stopped being true a long time before I realized what was happening.

It’s like the kid who enjoys playing in the cardboard box the expensive toy came in, better than playing with the expensive toy. 

I made it for my husband recently and he was pissed I’d never made it before. Meanwhile, I dabble as an amateur baker and this is what he’s losing his mind over.

I’m pretty sure the Navajo Nation, which successfully sued Urban Outfitters for using Navajo patterns, would disagree with your assumption.

I’m indigenous Mexican and I’m upset about this. I left comments on Wes Gordon’s Instagram. 

Not on a major overhaul, but I guess you could count the summer I turned 16. Growing up I was always the cliche “tomboy,” I wore baggy jeans (boy did I ever rock a pair of JNCO’s), hoodies, t-shirts, and a truly awful assortment of dumb hats. I was never into “girly” things like flowers, skirts, pop music, or romcoms.

I’m with you: I remember the staircase part being both confusing and sexy to lil’ Tofutti. It wasn’t until I was much older that I realized it was a rape scene. 

As much as I despise the lazy corrupt racist orange santorum-covered enemy of the people, he is as much a symptom of a deeper malaise in our country than a major problem himself.

I devoured Gone With the Wind one summer when I was way too young and promptly fell in love with Scarlett O’Hara*. As she was clearly the most beautiful woman ever and I wanted to look just like her, I begged and pleaded to dye my blond hair raven black and get green contacts so I could show up to school in the fall

I was a twelve-year-old who liked khakis, had glasses, and wore my hair in a bun every day. I had not anticipated the amount of ruthless teasing that would come with entering junior high. Seventh grade sucked, but I finally made a couple of friends towards the end of the school year who listened to a lot of metal and

I completely, and successfully, changed my personality for camp one summer. I am a shy and neurotic bitch, constantly fearful of rejection by my peers, who would genuinely prefer people not remember me than remember me for the wrong reasons. My picture does not appear at all in my high school year books, and I am so

I’m gonna have to disagree.  I use Cool Whip to make Jello pies in the summer. And whipped cream just doesn’t set all the way, so I have runny pies, instead cool creamy, yummy pies.

Ok we can debate the cultural appropriation of the Herrera designs (for me, these are highly debatable as she and not the same as Urban Outfitters appropriating ‘ethnic’ designs / stealing designs from artisans).

holy shit???????????????

There’s an old Weight Watchers dessert my mom used to eat that I still love. You mix a tablespoon or two of peanut butter into a defrosted tub of Cool Whip, drop big spoonfuls into a muffin tin w/ liners, drizzle some Hershey’s syrup on top, and freeze. They freeze quickly and are the perfect little fake ice cream

A **genocidal** racist who ignored the Supreme Court.