bahahaha literally #notallmen? That’s your takeaway from the comment?

I am so impressed with your dedication to feminism, that you will not even let me get away with such a gross oversight as to only have one conversation at a time. Let’s parse my comment:

......With A Very Special Guest

Christ, JK is still pumping out spin-offs to Harry Potter I see.

You asked a question and got several thoughtful answers you chose to ignore. You are the problem.

No.

This is will last forever.

He took one of the best parts of Capri Sun and made a robot do it. WTF.

My favorite is them saying that it is less messy to use a machine. Because when I typically pour myself a glass of juice, the liquid gets everywhere. The counter top. My shirt. My fucking eyes.

No, that guy dies of thirst, sitting on his barstool, waiting for power to come back on, with a carton of almond milk in the fridge that he can’t drink because it’s the wrong flavor.

This concept is why I laugh at people who spend big money on snowblowers when I’m able to accomplish the same thing simply by harnessing the power of the sun and channeling it into an intense snowmelting tool that I call “spring”.

If making juice out of juice is so easy then how come everyone’s not doing it?

The infinite scrolling blog of hashtag vanlife.

Well done, Stef.

Can I kick the fuck out of ‘bespoke’ at the same time?

“The groove of 9-5 was no life for me”

Tan or beige is the color of resignation. Something didn’t go right. You are buying that color because other things happened and now you have to drive a tan car. Other colors, for whatever reason, didn’t materialize when you made your purchase. The tan was cheap enough that not choosing it would make you feel guilty…

My family owned a tan/beige Chevy Astro. My mom took one look at it and told my dad “we should have had fewer kids.”

I’m 30, so maybe well beyond the age bracket meant to appreciate all of this—but is it me or does this all seem aggressively stupid?