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Usually I don’t give a fuck about the Kardashians - like, if they all got eaten by lions tomorrow I’d be like, “Oh, that’s nice” - but that aging thing breaks my heart. They’re not talking about aging like “uh-oh, I’m nervous about adulthood”; they’re talking about it in this very jaded show biz way like “the older we

A one Kardashian per planet rule would be copacetic.

That, maybe, and that her self-worth is based on her youth and beauty and she is terrified to lose them, because then she’ll have nothing.

I agree. I am not okay with this.

Too many Kardashians, you guys. Too fucking many. I love eavesdropping on the lives of these vapid, idiotic, generally boring people as much as the next person, but for fucks sake. I think its time we have a one Kardashian per Dirt Bag rule.

I know—I’ve read things where they refer to the student-types as Marxists but I think they’re more Maoists—Cultural Revolution and all that.

I mentioned this to you earlier today, Natasha, but over the past year, I’ve found the public face of the movement to grow more and more divorced from what it seems society needs feminism to be doing. In one corner, we have pandering celebrities who have tapped into the lucrative Tumblr activist demographic by

This reminds me of my first experience with my fellow college student feminists. The university’s feminist center was staging a production of the Vagina Monologues (as-ya-do) and a smaller subset of feminists protested the production over a perceived bias against women of color and LGBTQA in casting the show. The

I am listening a great podcast about the French Revolution right now...and it is amazing how fast that revolution ended up eating its own children because of the ever moving line of who is a revolutionary and who is not. Sadly...all revolutions go throught this.

I was raised by my dad and my grandparents didn’t encounter feminism until I was in college. So much of this, to me, is like being on the outside and looking in and then suddenly I am a part of it. Everywhere I go there is just a new rule, a new idea, a new “thing” that I may or may not be in compliance with or

It is a stunning example of feminism devouring itself.

Read this earlier, and just, wow.

I mean, I was an idiot and a bad person in college too. But I never felt like I had the ability to try to ruin somebody’s life because... well, not because they didn’t agree with me, exactly, but because they agreed with me, but not on every exact thing.

Title IX is one of the greatest

“symbolically incoherent” is a phrase that a lot of college students need to have in their head when they plan their activism, just saying.

What bums me out most about this is that the question of consent laws, “spheres of victimhood” and the worry about infantilization is SUCH an important and interesting one (and

Oh it is. I have the same response to anything that goes wrong. You spill milk? You have to die now. You don’t respond to my text in a timely manner? You have to die now. You like a movie that I don’t like? You have to die now. You have a vagina instead of a penis? You have to die now.

This felt like game 7 of the conference finals, or the Finals. It seems like a waste that it was a first round match up... of course, it’s like having a world class violinist play happy birthday for your 5 year-old. It may be overkill, but it has its own sense of awesomeness that it is just a first round series.

There was more quality basketball in this series than in the entire Eastern Conference season.

I think the number of people holding their nose and voting for Hillary will far outnumber those supporting her ecstatically.

Is the Pope Catholic?

Yes, women can’t make their own decisions and can’t do what they want with their own bodies. Also no woman could ever do his job. Somehow his concern for the wage gap seems a little insincere.

Negative. Engaging in criminal conspiracy is guilt. Same for cops as everyone else. The one on the right is ALL motherfucking cops, and will be until it’s NO motherfucking cops.