I think in the Catholic Church, the congregants tend to be more liberal than the Church.

It works with pretty much any flavor ice cream , and any breadstuff (as long as it doesn’t have an onion topping).

Where I’m at a snack bar is a small establishment that sells fries, mayo, maybe a “kroket” or something called a bear’s dick. So here’s a snack bar from the Low Countries for all my American friends.

For the longest time, a good two decades after my teacher molester was convicted of raping me daily for two years, I had feelings of fault so ingrained in my psyche, that the self-abuse track I was on nearly ended my life.

It's going to be really embarrassing when they hand me my free lonely person cookie without me having to say anything. 

Kinja won’t let me reply to your Superbowl reply to me - greetings, fellow late 1980s DC goth! I’m sure we saw each other around the clubs and Tower Records. I was the insecure one who was terrible!

The kid who swore at Megan Markle or the kid who is dating Kate Beckinsale?

Eh, Super Bowl just means taking pizza orders from people who CANNOT HANDLE DAY DRINKING until after half time, then kicking back and eating snacks. I don’t mind it much because the most concentrated asshole cluster is towards the beginning of my shift when I have energy.

I had just given birth to my second baby. She burst out of me so fast, my doctor didn’t even make it to the hospital in time, instead he ran into the delivery room, where I was already holding my daughter in my arms. He said, “fuck me!” and I said, “oh no, Doctor, fuck ME!” because there was no time for anesthesia and…

Not an OTT Super bowl party. Just want to let anyone in NYC or LA know that there will be in each city a Super Bowl viewing party that’s also doing a bit of good works.

It’s not so chaotic, but on January 31st, 1988, a friend and I (both goth college students with no TV and no interest in sports) were taking an evening stroll through a quiet residential street just off the Georgetown University campus. Suddenly we heard a great ROAR coming from the houses and people started to pour…

At one large newly opened restaurant I worked in, all the straight guys wanted off for Super Bowl Sunday. So they scheduled all the gay men for day. Business was slow so we drank the unlimited champagne that came with brunch all day up through the dinner shift. 

All that and it was still kinda low energy. Hire some actresses GUCCI, geeeeez.

No mention of Ethel Merman? Credit where credit's due. As for sticking Tammy Faye Bakker's face on Debbie Reynolds' body, well, this ends up more an ad for psilocybin than clothing.

Yes they were!

Because TV show with Michael Landon.

WHO MADE THAT BATHROBE?!?!  /s

They’re dressing like their own great-great-grandmothers, in a claim, conscious or not, to a racialized and gendered history.

Or if only NYCers didn’t pay a boatload of taxes so that our schools and public transportation would not be as terrible as they are.... Also, for my line of work, there are few options outside of NYC.

I am sure you were GLORIOUS!  As I was when couples skating (me being the girl skating backwards, of course) with Kirk to REO Speedwagon’s “I Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore”.