I will admit that I'm quite bitter right now because I'm in the process of finding an entry-level, full-time job, but fuck unpaid internships. Seriously. Fuck them.

Jesus, what a Slutty Slutterson you are, having boobs and just not making them go away enough to distract everybody. Bad, Kallle. :|

God, this is just fifteen different kinds of stupid. Love that we're still using such wonderful victim-blaming advice as, "Well? Did you try not being pretty?" in present-day 2013. For reals.

I started lifting weights and doing pushups/other resistance because I've spent most of my life as a dancer and a runner, and I finally wanted to be able to say that I could do "real" military-style pushups. I honestly could not give less of a shit if someone does/doesn't like my arms, because I CAN DO PUSH-UPS.

Thanks for replying! I don't know about you, but I think it can be difficult to change routines. I have a set number of blogs that I check out every day, so then I get in this rut where I forget that there are other news outlets that I need to visit periodically.

Dunno, I think the reality TV show coming out this year that's been inspired by the Hunger Games where we release children into the wild and pantomime murdering one another for money takes the cake.

I know you wrote this to be snarky (and rightfully so!), but do you have any recommendations for less white-centric feminist blogs? I only started reviewing the feminist circuit in the last several months, and now I've been looking for an even wider (in terms of perspective) news/opinion base when it comes to…

Also, Sweet as Whole, which I recommend anytime you're pissed off, ever:

Meh, I understand where you're coming from—they are both pop stars, to a degree—but Sara Bareilles is on a different level than Perry. And that level would be called authentic.

Is that really what happened? Whoa. I had no idea (obviously). Kind of wish they were only taken away for the stupidly offensive names... :(

Oh, I know. But I'd rather hear about a dog named Hitler than a kid. And at least that way it's an efficient red flag to run for the hills without having to worry about the racist person's child!

I have to agree with you on this one. What that judge did was totally out of line, but I'm of the opinion we should hold our name creativity for our pets, not our children. You want to name your dog something wacky/religious/racist/whatever, have at it. The pet can't feel shame/embarrassment/hurt over the word…

He and Miss Teen South Carolina should have a convo about The Oprah and The Iraq. Ten bucks says they think it's both the same thing.

Does the Julia Roberts thing strike anyone as ironic, given that she did America's Sweethearts, where she starred as the formerly fat, less attractive (and non-famous) younger sister of a skinny/attractive/bitchy actress played by Catherine Zeta-Jones?

My parents would have been fine if I had co-ed sleepovers in high school... provided we slept in different rooms. Now, once I was in college they seemed to care way less, but I think that largely had to do with the fact that they realized my room is directly next to theirs so there was no way I was trying shenanigans…

This is not germane at all but reading the phrase "attack vegans" called to mind such a wonderful mental image that I laughed for a solid minute. Thank you. That is all.

OMG. Why don't I have cable. Whyyyyyyyyyyy. Lizzy Caplan will be one of my longtime celebrity BFFLs, because she embodied all of the snarkiness I felt in life.

Whoa. I definitely bitched about my alcohol edu program/survey when I had to take it, but luckily I didn't have to use that program. I don't remember the name of ours anymore, but there was no finger-wagging involved with the discussion of drinking and rape. Then again, I don't think sexual assault was really…

I'll be honest, a few years ago in college I watched Sweetie and (try not to hate me for this) I really couldn't stand the movie. I think it was just a tad too out there for my film tastes, so I just assumed Jane Campion wasn't my kind of filmmaker.

I don't know you... but I kind of love you.