Maybe you got so drunk you missed the entire week. It's really next Saturday.

I am taking a moment to thank Baby Jesus for Microsoft Paint and vanessakeepslosingherburnerss. I was able to make a decent laughing sound that wasn't a hollow, mirthless laugh.

You aren't doing better than the people who came before you. That's the point. You are complicit in the system that oppresses non-White people just by being White. It doesn't matter if you haven't personally oppressed someone. You have all of those advantages because of the people who came before you. White people are…

As a high-functioning woman who has struggled with addiction and mental health issues for all of my adult life (I'm 27), I can say with certainty that genetics, upbringing, and environment all play crucial roles.

Fuck all you "good liberal white people" who are going to come in this comment section and give yourselves a pat on the back. Just stop. You already showed your asses last night in the previous article. Like Seriously fuck you. Because you still felt the need to lecture us on our pain and made it all about you. Let…

For me, this was going to come down to whether white women saw themselves as white first or women first. I've gotten my answer.

I just mind sharted.

Donnie stepped into the bedroom, shrugging off his leather jacket and sauntering to the bed, where Jenny lay, emitting a coy little giggle at his approach. As he slid down onto the soft, yielding mattress, she rolled onto her arched back, tingling with anticipation.

"Talk dirty to me, Donnie," she croaked.

Donnie…

Twitter can often lower your estimation of and respect for a person, but damn if it hasn't made me love Anna Kendrick and Ellen Page more.

Dear Ellen Page and grown women everywhere,

Blazing Saddles clips always get the point across. :D

And the link to science fiction is that John Norman predicted all of this, years ago, when he wrote his long-lost classic Grad Students of Gor.

I still remember twitching with rage when that first tweet came out.

Girl you do not get to count the inches of cock twice. You can count BJ's given to the same person each time but UP and DOWN don't both get to count.

"...so I said to myself 'YOLO!', then I ate the whole thing, tiny bones and all.

I like J.D. Robb's 'Eve Dallas' series of novels, set in the not-distant future, where people with children can be Professional Parents. From what I know of the world in the novels, Professional Parents are paid for their work as well as contributing to a form of social security. I'm assuming there'd be some method…

This article actually points to a larger problem with how we, as people, live our lives in the US: defined mainly by our occupation. I hate this stuff, because it's so dehumanizing and reductionist. These arguments all miss the goddamn point: we are all people, and people aren't summed up in simple titles. I am not…

Well, I think the real issue here is that mothering falls in the realm of domestic work that women have historically been burdened with. And domestic work done by women is, as a rule, unpaid, overlooked, and undervalued. (And when the domestic work is compensated, it's usually low-paying and without benefits.)

CLEARLY that guy is not a dad if he thinks we can just send toddlers to bed whenever we want.