ah. You are right, I didn’t remember that distinction. If people are acting truly oblivious, say looking down at their phone, messing with their purse/ jacket/briefcase/food/kids/ etc etc., then my empathy instinct kicks in and I move out of their way. Life needs more of that.

I am talking about people actively aware that they are walking straight into you and expecting you to move first and then you don’t.

Off topic: I hate Caity’s answer to the brace-for-impact poster.

YAY! I can be fashionable again!

mmmm.... first year poetry m.f.a. here, teachers spend a lot of time breaking students of the first person singular habit. Not that this is good poetry, but I appreciate the lack of I’s. There is probably a third step to the plan, the reintroduction of the self, but I’m we’re not there yet.

What! This I didn’t know. ahhhhhhhhhh lucky pretty rich people.

I work at an alcohol alternative bar and so my manager is always coming up with whacky new ideas to get tossed (electric flowers, vegan kratom candy, etc.). Couple months ago my job duties entailed snorting some sample chocolate blow and reporting. I report: I tasted chocolate in my soul for hours. Snorting chocolate…

So is the media and entertainment industry a threat on par with ISIS? I mean, Griffin is holding up a Trump head! She is the real enemy! Attack! Attack!

What’s stupid is her apology. The photo was a strong statement which tied in ideas about extremism, freedom of speech and the art history of beheading: Gentileschi’s Judith Slaying Holofernes, Caravaggio’s Salome Beheading St. John the Baptist. This combination created an empowered shock-shot in the perfect setting,…

I am sure he was joking. But it was one hell of a joke.

In all seriousness, I laughed at the audacity, smoked my cigarette, and felt pretty. Then, I walked across the street to go back to work. And,

Well, I didn’t get his tax returns if that is what you’re asking.

but what did, come, up?

John asked me on a date many years back, I was 25 or so and he was... hot. Literally, as he had just pulled off from his bike ride for a coffee. As he drank, as he does, he crossed his legs and said, “I made $900,000 last year, want to go out with me?

Jesus that picture of them descending. Inspiring, really. Gave me one hell of an idea: Donald Trump Does Fashion Week

No, you are.

Hey jackass, I am a white female who has worked professionally since I was 14 years old (yes I had to lie about my age to get that job). I have a degree, graduated summa cum laude, do not have children, make $11 dollars an hour and work full time. I am extremely lucky that my wage is finally over minimum, but I still…

Remy ma is that ex-boyfriend who uses your old relationship to sound relevant and important to other bitches. Only bitches fall for that shit.

Happened to me! I went to cut out the pit and stabbed right through my hand. Went to the clinic and they superglued the hole shut. Almost went straight through! Now I spoon out the pit. Spooooooon.

You’re an asshole. Some things can’t be unseen.