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Scene- My bedroom, 2 AM, after a bottle and a half of wine.
Players (In a theatre sense, not like, a gross way to say ‘lovers’ or whatever)- My husband and also my me.

We were young, early 20’s, shitty on wine, having laugh sex, where we sort of clumsily bounced around the bedroom, laughing and not totally putting all

I'm just here for Alexander Skarsgård's flawless football fanboying.

Warning: This post will absolutely contain triggers. Like, all the triggers. Arm yourself properly. Also, I apologize for the length - it really should be in GT but I’m still stuck in the grays.

As a hippie San Franciscan who has lived in Paris for 20 years, I think you all need to go and live in Paris for a year - at least - to understand the situation and be able to comment on this. Perhpas it sounds racist, but France - and Western Europe - are Christian countries. However there are growing areas where

I'm so blown away by another comment downthread that I felt it necessary to make another comment about it. I know that for some reason I am in the grays, and that this comment will likely be erased. And I also know that Anna Breslaw won't likely respond to this.

I like to recommend the grey posts. It's my act of rebellion.

I hate being a grey.

I need some advice on setting concrete boundaries with my ex, whom I share custody with. Let’s start by establishing that he’s a great dad, is not physically or emotionally abusive, and respects all agreements we have re: who has mini-phantom when and finances. In the world of ending a relationship when there’s a

Coming to the conclusion that you are an atheist (at least, for someone like me with a background in science) is much the same as coming to the conclusion that evolution exists. For me, the minuscule probability that there is a higher power isn't enough to outweigh the overwhelming volume of evidence (from

Hey, fellow white ladies of Jezebel: Let's remember that a black kid is still dead, and his killer is still free. It's not about our feelings tonight, or about what black people say about us. It's about the fact that black lives do not, according to the state of Florida, and in American society at large, matter.

DOUG, do you have powers to banhammer commenter accounts? I don't know if you've noticed, every article today has been getting spammed by a crazy person pushing their crazy conspiracy blog. Can you take care of it?

Because PETA is to animal rights what the Westboro Baptist Church is to the teachings of Jesus.

I think I love you. Pass the chavril, s'il vous plait*. It will pair well with a nice glass of Sauvignon blanc.

K-Pop! Right! Whence the Greek rates? Could it be the dreaded BOUZOUKI?!?!?!

YOLO.

I absolutely love Sally. I would probably kill for a teenage rebel Sally spin-off at this point.

You know how Facebook brings together old high school friends and stuff? A few years ago I friended a guy who had been two grades above me. I grew up in a small town and I had sort of known him growing up and we had a lot of mutual friends in common. Eventually he confessed to me that he'd been in love with me

This annoys me. I am perpetually disappointed in the way our culture treats sex like it's the most important thing in life. I really don't care how much sex anyone is having. It isn't a yardstick I use to measure achievement or worth. This only makes people feel badly about themselves because as a culture, we act

I dont know why but that makes my blood boil more than just about anything else I've seen this week. I hope he rots in hell with his fucking guns and his fucking rights.

Fuck CISPA being passed. Spying on everyone's selfies, facebook messages, food porn posts on twitter and real porn preferences for masturbation, OKAY! Background checks for psychos wanting guns? NAHHHHHH. Fuck that shit. And Nate Bell, I used up all my English swears earlier this week, so "Va te faire foutre,