Long labia haver here. I have never not once felt uncomfortable with my crotchal area in yoga pants. Literally everyone in my yoga class is packing a spandex burger. Doesn't matter.

Here’s a cool idea that I’m really into: Wearing whatever the fuck I want and feeling damn fine in whatever clothes I do or do not feel like covering my naked ass with. Addendum to my very cool idea: Not giving a shit what anyone else is or is not wearing, and loving the fact that they and I are able to be happy with…

My mentions are a big pile of people who are angry at me for writing this so I’m just going to write it down here: Zola tweeted this insane story for two hours while racking up thousands of RTs on each tweet; it was nationally trending with 30K tweets about it when I woke up, but drawing attention to it on a large and…

You know what’s worse than auto-playing videos on the Internet? Auto-playing video ADS on the internet that don’t load until after you’ve already been on the page for about 5 seconds and you’ve already started reading the sports blog post on the sports blog post website.

One of my dogs took a dump in my harp case. This is grosser than that.

gay ones, too. Hopefully.

Why I gotta wear more clothes than Jesus in Church tho.

Does anyone know how to become a contestant on Shark Tank?

As a paleo food hipster I wanted to try them. As a bottom I thank you for the warning.

How about ‘May you always think of grandma during sex.’

My go to curse is: May every step you take feel like you’re walking on Legos.

I went to a 2 million dollar wedding, bride’s dress alone cost over $100k. She threw up down the front of it at the reception.

I was at a pizza joint the other day with my girlfriend getting some slices, when this big dude walked in. He ordered a pizza to take home, and about a minute after placing that order he asked them to heat up a Sicilian slice for him so he could eat it while he waited for his pizza. What a total pro move, the…

My father once brought home a Frosty from Wendy’s and didn’t get anyone else in my family anything, and from my mother’s reaction you would have thought he bought Hitler’s mustache.

No, you’re the majority, but that’s hard to turn into a clickable article.

Have you ever been poor? Heard of food deserts? Worked two jobs to keep up? Made about ten thousand decisions a day (do I spend money on food? Medicine? Rent? Bills? What do I skimp on? What about my shoes that are about to die?) Try it for a while and then tell poor people how they’re “lazy.”

I don’t know what to do with the sense of helplessness and blind rage reading stories like this gives me. It leaves me emotionally confused in a way so little else does.

My nephew (let’s call him Adam) had a similar situation that turned out better than he could have hoped. Adam and his fiancee broke up just a month or so before their planned wedding and found the deposit for the hall Adam had put down was non-refundable. Rather than just blow off the money, however, Adam paid the…

Wonderful story. I’m glad something good and useful came out of that woman’s heartbreak.

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