Yeah, I don't get the snark. People not understanding the literal definition is a real problem so anybody who realized it and then actually said something publicly about it is good in my book.

I thought the "elaborate for us" thing was a bit obtuse. Pretty clear he meant the rampant misrepresentation of feminism in mass media, perpetrated by its enemies.

Are we really giving an ally a hard time for not understanding the literal definition of feminism and using societal cues from those around him to inform his idea of what it means? Yes, that was a mistake, but he rectified it, and is doing his best to try and be a good ally now.

As if my Matt McGorry crush needed strengthening.

I had a horrible disaster with my wedding invitations.

The invitations to my November 2001 wedding were mailed on September 10, 2001. The wedding venue? Windows on the World.

Minecraft will also teach them to expect money for nothing and chicks for free.

I'm pretty sure doing things in order to get validation from strangers is how society happened. Oh god I hope you all like this comment.

I totally thought it was a well-orchestrated joke for the first few minutes of the whole fiasco. It would have been a pretty good joke—take a dress that is obviously white/gold (how it looked to me) and try to claim that a whole bunch of people see it as blue/black.

So Roseanne is now ... Becky?

Oh, and

My best friend was negotiating the shared tenancy of a flat with a gym PR manager who looked exactly like Mark Vanderloo. She brought him to the bar that I was working at, and just before they shook on the arrangement she called me over to pour them some shots. There was one for me too, obviously. We raised our…

This is still, in my opinion, one of the most compelling stories chronicling the unraveling of an online hoax:

I have a theory about people who become wildly successful/famous on the level that Steve has achieved: their relationship with their past, pre-fame and success, is an either or proposition. Either they embrace it. Or they shed it like a snake sheds its skin, leaving it in the middle of the road, to dry up and blow…

When I was seven, I also drew a man and woman, anatomically correct and naked and stabbed with knives with the simple caption "YOU." I left the sketch taped to my grandfather's front door. He had just died, and my parents were selling his house. The realtor came by with a prospective couple, while I stood next door…

When I was definitely old enough to know better, I was utterly convinced that my parents switched off with exact doubles (possibly evil, possibly vampires) every other time they picked me up from somewhere. It was clear in my mind that or town must have two sides with a copy of my house and neighborhood for my real…

Speaking of kids and underwear, when I was in kindergarten I had a HUGE crush on my older brother's best friend Sam, a sexy older man in the 4th grade. Every day after school, after Sam and my bro locked themselves in his bedroom to avoid me, I would slide my Little Mermaid panties, one by one, underneath the door. …

Second grade. There was this big stack of colored paper and a large open window so I grabbed most of the stack and tossed it out the window, watching the courtyard updrafts make it float beautifully away, like large colored confetti (think: the plastic bag in American Beauty). Don't remember the reprisal although it…

I used to dress bananas up as "ladies" (this was achieved by scotch taping tissues around tip of the banana) and then steal a needle out of my grandmother's sewing kid and use it to poke holes into the banana stem. It made me feel SUPER excited, in a sort of proto-sexual way. I was about 6 or 7 when I did this, and as…