Chicken is delicious for any meal! I really wanted to say to her, “You’re snarking on my chicken but if I were eating bacon or sausage you wouldn’t say a word.”

Chip butties for everyone!

Hilariously right after our schools switched to new-uniforms which required polo shits or school shirts only, a bunch of girls figured out there was no “no spaghetti strap” rule anymore and started wearing thin-strapped tank tops (in school colors, which WAS required by school uniform code) over their polos as a…

Shit in the sink. It’s the right thing to do.

I’m Chinese & my husband is Korean. To simplify things on our wedding weekend, we didn’t do any traditional Chinese or Korean wedding rites. But we gave a nod to both our individual heritages via our caketoppers: me in a traditional Chinese wedding garment, and he in a traditional Korean wedding garment:

I’m a little late but here goes. I worked in a Gay Dennys in Arizona and soon after gay marriage became legal, I had the most adorable elderly couple of men, one white, one black. They were seated at the counter and had on these beautiful leis. I asked if I could feel the real flowers and asked what the occasion was.…

Hah! Same exact deal with me. I told my parents and my therapist that I manage to present as “normal” and even “happy” to others (who are not close confidants) because I’m on meds and have acting experience.

Christ, no. That’s the last thing I want. I hate myself.

I just need to declare something. Not you you, rivalamoureux, but to Slate.com. Imagine I’m standing on a table with a megaphone. Ahem.

That’s awesome. I’m a natural redhead and men that I worked with asked me that all the time. Like they thought they were so original. I also got called “firecrotch” in high school. I wish now that I’d had a better comeback.

No. Flat out, NO. I live in Sihanoukville, Cambodia and the worst thing you can do is interact with street kids. I know it’s tough, but teaching them to braid, stamping their hands, giving them money (especially) is very, very dangerous. I don’t know how to say this eloquently, but white people look the same. Being…

I was asked that when I dyed my hair red (my hair’s been all colors) by trashy grown men when I worked in a restaurant at 17. I don't know why men think that asking about your pubic hair is ever ok.

“We don’t end up with real allies, we end up with western women who think they know better but don’t really give a fuck.”

That always scares me! I think I am dying but then I realize I ate beets.

Thanks, but I’m just about done taking political advice from dead white guys.

What if it’s an Hermes scarf? Would that be ok? (I gather they can be worn hijab-style too.)

Another bar story, but I don’t know if it’s a burn, just me being a smart ass. The bar’s crowded and I’m sitting near the taps because I was there first, dude bros. One guy in particular seems to think my chair and I are his personal armrest. After physically removing his upper body from my personal space for the…

This is less of a burn and more just awesome things said in this same vein, but all the Ferguson stuff was going down hardest while I was in Berlin last fall. Discussing it with a German friend, she calmly remarked: “yeah, certainly nothing in history proves how only trouble can come from turning a blind eye to a…

And we’ve just stumbled across the plot to “Frozen 2.”