Ah! I see now. In Oakland we have a 140 acre water hole called Lake Merritt. It is brackish and known to some locals as “the lake of a thousand smells”.

A fashion designer who’s openly misogynistic and has no regard for any woman who’s not built like a 2 X 4?

I disagree. I think this bride _should_ confront her friend about the lack of gift, so that the bridesmaid has the opportunity to shit in a box and mail it to her, but that's just me.

Hiya! Fatty here. I have a tattoo on the back of my fat arm that says ‘suck it’ underneath the image of a lollipop. I like to imagine people walking behind me and feeling judgy and reading it.

Wasn’t the woman in Oklahoma who was caught on video saying the n-word repeatedly for the amusement of frat bros some sort of “frat mother?” How did that help to curb bad frat bro behavior?

Seriously - I’ve worked in different capacities at four different universities and just posting something like, “We will have free pizza to welcome new students at 4 PM on Friday,” requires three consecutive days of intensive exegesis and literary criticism with approval from a minimum of three administrators. How…

So basically someone DIDN’T hurt anyone with a shoe bomb fourteen years ago and now we have to take off our shoes at the airport but literally tens of thousands of men, women, and children (including first graders in their school - a pile of bullet-riddled six-year-olds who still believed in Santa Claus) have been…

i mean

I just noticed how much I skim the Jez articles now, just enough to get a basic grasp of what’s going on, so I can hurry up and get to comments like this.

Mine has started walking backwards on all fours butt up in the air after going to the bathroom screaming “DADDY WIPE!!!!! DAAAAAADDDDYYYYY WIIIIIIIPE!!!”

Mickey Mouse Clubhouse all fucking day. Err day. My daughter just turned 2, so not potty trained (ugh). She’s in the “MINE” phase. Everything I touch to get her ready for school she grabs it and says, “MY BOW! MY COMB! MY SHOES!” then she has to be carried to the car. God forbid the princess walk. So because I seem to…

How to start your day like Mocena:

My boss and job requires that I take low dosage sleeping pills in order to pull through the day without a panic attack, and that I wear a bra all day. I have a job interview for a work from home position on Thursday.

My sex fantasy Neil deGrasse Tyson speaks the truth again. Whisper it to me, honey. Use science-y words. Sigh.

I’ve gotten so into skincare from this blog. And you know what? I just got back from a dermatologist appointment (mole removal) and my Dr. asked me twice how old I am and then told me I have such lovely skin and it makes her happy. And that made me happy as hell, because I’m 41 and live in FL and good skin isn’t easy…

The THIN MAN forevah. Never have two people made rampant alcoholism so glamorous.

The red stila lipstick I got was over the top red and made me look like a working girl at a clown’s bachelor party. So yeah, not the look I was going for.