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Say "word"; and then say it again! Williams is the greatest of all time in my opinion. She is inarguably one of the greatest, no doubt about it.

People that still hate on the Williams sisters are the definition of white tears.

Well "Jimmy" is also a slang term for Penis (although not really used anymore), so it really makes perfect sense. But Howard Johnsons would have been funny too.

I just can't believe both the flippant (and somewhat [though I'm sure unintentional] non-sequitur-ial tone of this article [pretty sure South Africa has a set of social traumas outside the Bushes and Jenny McCarthy) and the already long stack of comments condoning physical violence and vigilante justice in this

Might be because I self segregate from bigoted fucktards, but I don't see it as much in Kansas City PROPER. Now, across the state line in Johnson County I see it plenty.

Here is how I see it. When you travel somewhere there is an expectation that you should try and understand, and to a reasonable point, cater to the customs of another culture. Here, there was a culture that was established for 50 weeks a year, and for 2 of them there were people coming in, who were clearly from a

xenophobic? xeno-fucking-phobic?! who the fuck are you?!

Yes, yes, yes! I am tired of the horrible oppression Christians from the Midwest have had to endure for literally CENTURIES here in America! Especially the *rich* ones. Oh, what a horrible existence to have endured. I feel such secondhand shame now.

i'm SO happy

White Person to White Person syndrome is BIG in Pittsburgh, too. Don't ever let anyone tell you that this city is progressive when it comes to racial issues; any neighborhood where black people live is a bad, scary neighborhood (these racist dumbfucks think East Liberty is some scary place, for fuck's sake), and they

A few years ago, I moved to a city in the deep south, and got settled and started looking for a house to buy. Immediately, people — all people who were near-complete strangers to me, because new city and all — started coming out of the woodwork to tell me what neighborhoods I, as a single white woman, could not live

People from Missouri. Oy. I was a sales rep for a builder in not-Missouri, and it was there that I encountered what I now call the "Hey, white person to white person" syndrome. The community where I was selling was middle class, had good schools, and was an easy commute to several major employers in our area. It was

Yeah, in real life I just grimaced and walked away. But in the article, I called her a mean name. BUT SOMEONE EDITED IT OUT. Apparently, Millihelen is not my platform to passive aggressively name call people who are mean to me at preschool pick up.

It seems to me that most of these arbiters of what women over whatever the #$%^ age should be wearing, are young babes who are gloatingly saying "lady, you don't have the right to look cute or attractive any more. You relinquished that right when you had the stupid bad judgment to age. Sorry, darling, but you're

My 16 year old son recently asked me when I was going to start dressing my age. Uhm, I'm 38, am I supposed to wear pant suits? (Not that there is anything wrong with pantsuits if you like them.) I'm perfectly happy with how I look, that's a lie I'd like to lose 25 lbs, but I love how I dress.

I have this fight every year with my mom who insists that "certain" (e.g. old or overweight) women shouldn't let "everything" hang out. And I say, "WHY NOT?" It's their everything after all. If they are happy let it hang, let it swing, let it free. Be nude. Wear a swim burqa. Just be comfortable. What you put on your

I love this blog. I've done everything humanly possible to avoid restaurant work. My mom waitressed to feed us. 2 -3 restaurant jobs at a time. Knew it wasn't for me. My body is wrecked at 37 because I have always taken warehouse and lifting jobs. Pick up heavy shit move it to another location, put heavy shit down.

Sure, there are good reasons to not order farm-raised salmon. But this dude was somebody who clearly didn't actually ever want to order the salmon OR the beer and just wanted to ask stupid questions for no reason at all. If he'd actually cared how much beer was in a pint, he would've ordered the pint, but he didn't,

Ladies and gentleman, I give you the tale of Saint Basil Fuckoff, the patron saint of waiters and bartenders.