This is what gawker media is now. Ads. All the ads. Sometimes the top 4 “stories” are actually just ads.

This is what gawker media is now. Ads. All the ads. Sometimes the top 4 “stories” are actually just ads.

I have this. But I only paid $50 to get annoyed at 7am.

I have this. But I only paid $50 to get annoyed at 7am.

That’s a terrifying story but I love the brevity of it.

Are you having a stroke?

I am personally scarred by your story.

What about crotch croissants? Crotchssants?

What is with these women who think that every waste that comes from their bodies is a blessing from the goddess? Yes, I know not all women think like this. I, for one, don’t think my waste or the bacterial infection that invades my body is the most awesome and beautiful thing ever.

That’s really sad. My parents are divorced but they are both still in touch with each other’s extended families and are invited to each other’s events, for example when my dad’s niece got married, my mum was invited. My dad’s younger brother told her “you might have divorced him but you didn’t divorce us and you’re…

I may throw up.

I’m all for making lemonade from lemons, but crotch bread is where I draw the line.

This is why people treat feminism like a joke. Eat and do all the gross things you want, but please separate feminism from that. It does not make you a feminist to make period pancakes, or bleed all over the place to make a point about periods. These are stunts to get attention. There is no dignity to any of this.

*People can be wrong without being awful about it

My brother in law once smugly explained to me that single cell organisms evolving into modern man was as statistically likely as a hurricane going through a junk yard and randomly assembling a fighter jet.

When I was sixteen, my whole family got together at our house for Thanksgiving. This is a big extended family, all of whom are complete drunks. I was in my hippie phase and used to like to make people sit around and listen to me play the guitar and sing Dar Williams songs (sorry, guys). After a particularly…

This is a sad, not funny story, but Thanksgiving is always a little bittersweet for me because it was the holiday I realized my first marriage was over.

One time my college-age brother, who is bipolar but refuses to be medicated, felt that Thanksgiving was an appropriate time to hold himself hostage with a gun to his head in the back yard, demanding that our dad give him money (more than he already was) to buy drugs. So then the cops came and he was forcibly strapped…

While I was growing up my parents had quite a bit of money. An estate on the Main Line, house in the Hampton’s, blah..blah..blah. After many bad investments and years of reckless spending, the inheritance was gone, as was most art work and jewelry. My parents put the house they had lived in for 20 years on the market…

Ok, when I was like 11 or 12, I was at my cousins house with a big group of family, 20-30 people. After dinner, all the kids wanted to play hide and go seek. I went and hid in the closet of the guest bathroom which was adjacent to the toilet- big mistake. After a few minutes, one by one, family members would come in…

Went out to the outlet mall in town with my husband on an errand because their Columbia Outlet store takes online returns. Ended up popping into Kate Spade to look for a possible replacement for my old KS bag. I’ve carried it seasonally for two years and on my fall vacation, both straps split where the two layers of…

“I decided I was going to be that beautiful temptress who ate men alive, flossed her teeth and spit out the bones, wearing an endless supply of costumes by Frederick’s of Hollywood,”