Jada Pinkett-Smith says she is not Will Smith’s “watcher.”

Counterpoint: Drink whatever wine you like, don’t listen to people on the Internet.

As a proud member of Menstrual Cup Club, I am obligated to follow the first rule of Menstrual Cup Club, which is you always talk about Menstrual Cup Club.

I gotta say, up until Caitlyn’s transition started being a news story, I thought that the Kardashians were pointless, useless, and a huge waste of airtime. At this point, though, if even one trans kid has gained a lift, if the movement for trans rights has been pushed forward even a little bit, that's awesome. That…

The subatomic hotness implosion resulting from a Charlize Theron/Angelina Jolie collaboration is also worrying.

I am getting THE BEST flashbacks of Kurt Loder interviewing her about her poetry and questioning her word choices and her getting slightly huffy and being like “Do you even poetry Kurt”

going for the “oh i didn’t see you there i was just walking off my boat in my fancy summer suit”

This might just be me, but I’m not really reading into what is causing the uproar around this quote. To me, this is saying that it is harder to make female friends than it is to find a man to sleep with.

Why do bad things happen to good pairs of eyes?

Back in 1999 I was living in Chicago with a couple of roommates I’d graduated college with the year before. Our day-to-day was pretty typical. Get up. Work at some crappy office job M-F. And then to numb the pain of having to work in some soulless corporate office tower, completely destroy ourselves in whatever bar…

The impersonation was inadvertent, but the story is reasonably amusing.

Y’all, I have a bit of a doozy.

I used to do a lot of club and party performing and I had a Long Island, Jewish housewife “character” Rona, that I used a few times. I got this character from a woman I met at a bus stop in Seattle who was visiting from NY who preceded to tell me the craziest stories. Rona wore a plaid polyester pant suit and had big…

I was a big fan of pretending to be someone else entirely when I was a kid. I spent my childhood running around my backyard pretending to be a Boxcar Child living in the Australian Outback with my dog, the queen dog of an Amazon tribe of canines. I wasn’t good at geography yet but I was stellar at making plates out of…

Many years ago now, I had worked late and was half way through my walk home when I realised that I would need to try and find a bathroom as I wasn’t going to make it all the way home. Most of the shops were shut by this time but happily, a posh homewares store was having a pre-opening, invite only party. I slipped in,…

When I was in high school, I went to see This Is Spinal Tap in the theater with a metalhead girlfriend who really didn’t get why I was laughing so hard. That it seemed like a fairly straightforward movie to her tells you a lot about much drugs and alcohol she consumed. Whereas while everyone at school assumed I did…

I used to have ample opportunities to do this as a youth. My parents divorced when I was 4, and I spent summers at my father’s house. Because he frequently moved for his job, I had multiple personas that spanned Montana, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and Kentucky.

When I was nine I pretended that I was twins. I only ever told that lie to a girl who came every now and then to visit her grandparents a few houses down, caddy corner to mine. When I was me, I was my usual tomboy self. But when I was the twin, I was a girly girl and wore the only dress I owned that wasn’t one of…

(This one’s really about my cousin pretending to be someone else, but it’s gold). Okay, so, my entire extended family used to travel to Myrtle Beach and stay in those beachfront resort campgrounds in our RVs. If you’re familiar, you’ll recall that the big thing for teenagers there is to rent one of the resort’s golf…

Lena Dunham is a total fraud. I worked on Girls during it’s fourth season and beyond a few cronies and key producers she does not have the respect of the crew in large part due to her sudden need for a day off. Some days were sick days, some were given the cute title of “writers haitus” but mostly it was low self…