This guy doesn't know what he's talking about. Every PUA knows that the FIRST step is viewing the woman as an object and then stalking her and cornering her. After all, a disregard of personal space in this way must first mean a disregard for the person.

I lost the pool. My vote was for Klingon.

He really does and it's just compounded by the fact that he is a terrible rapper.

Dear Kanye West,

I have said it before and I will say it again: Barbra Streisand is a colossus astride the earth.

Well then, Beshaah Tovah!

Mazel Tov!

I could not look away far or fast enough. I blame this on the fact that I am not an ambi-turner.

I started to read this and then my Ladybrain struck and all I got was a story about Pregnant Princess Barbie.

Is it too soon to say, "Lindy, Lindy be my friendy" or just too weird?

What's even scarier is that I did even notice. My first thought was, "Prince William should have started wearing makeup sooner."

You guys, the POTUS knows about the secret erotica blog I started which only means that he knows, without a doubt, just how sincerely fucking awesome I am.

Dear Joss Whedon,

I'm on the smaller side of the spectrum so I usually have the frustration of finding super sexy bras that seem to think that small breasts don't crave super sexy bras.

It's the not asking. It's fact that apparently the privilege of these strangers includes the right to invade my personal space in what feels like an attempt to claim a part of my body for themselves.

When I first read about this yesterday in my mind all I heard was Michelle Obama saying, "Sit down. Grown folks is talking."

This tour is a plus eleventy for Bed Stuy.

This just reinforces my martini habit. Until they put labels on those sexy martini glasses I'm going to drink like there's no caloric consequence.

Oh great.

Dear Mumbai Politicians,