However as an experiment I stopped calling people in my life to see who really cared about me. Not one of my white “friends” have called.

Love to! For the record, I’m a non-black latina.

I also don’t have any white friends. I didn’t grow up with white people and never meshed with any at work or in college/law school. To this day, I feel super uncomfortable when I’m around a large group of them because they ALWAYS END UP DOING THE SAME SHIT.

I “thought” I had some white friends.

“If black people could be racist, I would be. But we can’t, so I’m not. 

If someone were to beat the living shit out of this bitch I wouldn’t feel bad about it AT ALL.

Wypipo: mischievous tampering

Nope. As someone who is pretty much devastated at my horse of twenty seven years dying two days ago this makes me so mad. Animals aren’t accessories. Especially horses. One of the first lessons I was taught as a kid is that the horse in front of you is capable of killing you even if it’s just because it’s spooked.…

My offer just got approved on a house today! I’ve been waiting for their response for days, and when the agent called and said they signed it, I was like ‘shit just got real.’

Damn girl you came up $1500 for all that and in WeHo. When I moved into my pad in Los Feliz/Silverlake it was $550 and all of my hopes and dreams. Now I pay $1700 and all I have to show for it is a fresh coat of paint and some blinds and a semi-new fridge, but I can’t quit my hood it’s too damn convenient.

Yeah, this is what I took from this. Also the claims about discussing “women’s discrimination” on International Women’s Day of all days is ridiculous!

It’s really lame that everyone exploited a woman’s very real insecurities for self promotion and monetary gain. 

She just got a whole mess of free publicity for her aspiring career at the expense of another black woman.

He got fired for sexual harassment.

1. NPR -All Things Considered or, if things look really dire, Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me. If I get shot by a cop while blasting Wait, Wait... nothing else was going to help anyway.

“A Thousand Miles” by Vanessa Carlton.

Yeah, this whole socialism for me, but not for thee is getting pretty tiring.

I don’t know if this would be a little more apropos given his job and all, but how about somebody just drop a house on him?

He needs all the things they were seeking in Oz. A brain, a heart, some courage, and finally to go home.