I am willing to pay the cost. Until my watch has ended.

No one said defending the North would be cheap.

Also to keep in mind?

I skimmed through this, but I didn’t see the step where you hum the theme song through the entire process.

A male feminist walks into a bar

Required reading:

I felt the same way, yesterday, reading a story from the VOWS section of the NYT. The headline was something like: Twenty year Age Gap Doesn’t Matter. And I instantly knew that the woman was older since no one would have bothered to notice (much less note) a 20-year age gap were the genders reversed.

I think I’ve figured out the code: If you give a guy a boner, you’re “curvy.” If you don’t, you’re “fat.”

Also, this.

As a “curvy” chick (honestly, I like to just call myself a fat girl but people take such issue with that) I’m honestly turned off when a guy makes a big deal about being into curvy girls. I like all types of body types on a dude and I’m not making a point to fucking shout it from the rooftops.

That’s reasonable, but it still doesn’t explain those pants.

Even if it was ‘just an acting exercise’ it’s exploitation as they weren’t looking for great actors they were looking for pain and tears to then reframe into their story to tell and profit and get praised for on the backs of these children.

*pukes in corner*

It’s basically the green version of Ambrosia Salad, give or take a few ingredients.

By being prepared in the midwest.

Omfg..

That stuff reminds me of the cranberry salad my mom would make for Christmas. I think it was Jello, whole cranberries, sour cream, and walnuts.