Eh, this is where we go when we have an issue with a woman. #SheUgly.
suzanne1b
suzanne1b
what about if it's the same word but with a different meaning? Like Ozzy:
This is what happens, when we let assholes exploit our childhood.
Period sex is awesome. Maximum lubrication. We have a 1970s era beach towel designated for the act (actually, also for when I dye my hair; efficiency!!).
People are such utter creeps. She's adorable, but so are her teammates! They're all extremely adorable and kickass at the sport of volleyball, and I wish them all success.
I'll admit, I'm torn between "WHAT THE FUCK, WHY IS SHE IN HEELS, WHEN WILL YOU PEOPLE EVER LEARRRRRN" and "FUCK YES BRING ON HALLOWEEN!!"
I think it's perfectly acceptable. I'll take it. I appreciate that they decided to go with the completely sensible Greek Amazon woman warrior angle.
Who says we don't do 69 anymore?
AND THAT'S HOW TILDA SWINTON WAS BORN.
Only problem with this: Now I want grilled cheese.
This is awesome.
Motherfucking heels. Yes, I know many of you like them, and that's fine. Wear whatever you want. But we know they were invented by men, and if they had never existed, our lives would be much, much better.
Pockets. Pockets in your pants! Pockets in your dresses! Pockets in your skirts! MOTHER FLIPPIN HIDDEN NINJA POCKETS TO STORE YOUR SHIT.
how about button down shirts that are sized according to bra size and waist size? For example instead of my usual large size shirt, it would be 36D / 30.
YES! So totally exciting to get the push-button phone. And then a few years later we hit the big time and got an answering machine......
I don't get this because people see you in person. I'd feel like a weirdo for retouching photos to look thinner or with larger eyes.
I am so glad my first phone as a teenager was a bag phone and that cellphones didn't have cameras. In fact pictures required developing or were Polaroids. If I was going to be stupid at least the fallout wasn't global.
Dodai, I hate this so much. I hate that we live in a world where we're the ones who are left wondering how we should react when someone sends us a picture of their genitals an hour after meeting them. In a better world, the answer would be totally clear: a sharp reprimand and then out the door you go. There should be…
That's the thing: it ISN'T deliberate malice. It's something much, much worse: de-sensitized apathy and a ground-in tendency to turn off your basic empathy for your fellow man.