There’s so many lies I tell myself so I can continue to exist in this world without breaking down into a puddle of helplessness. One is that most people are, at their core, good. But shit like this, man... I don’t know.

“I’m not a heartless, child-kicking racist.”

Right? Even the model’s posture is sad she’s wearing it. And the sleeve length irritates me.

Not what I usually choose for my extra holes, but I'm willing to try something new!

Kara didn’t say anything on her post about Yeti feet being in season for the Fall!

I have names I would like to call her and things I would like to say about her character, but unlike her, I learned that a big rule of comedy is to not punch down.

Yeah, I’m also holding back the old “Well, they may be fat, but you’re ugly and they can lose weight, while you’ll always be stuck with that face” chestnut

I rarely say this about people. But she deserves all the bad karma that is heading her way right now. That video was so mean and vicious, it actually made me cry. I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. And like so many women with the disease, I struggle with my weight. It’s like I woke up in a different body. I went from…

I honestly think the only shocking thing she could do now is dye her hair back to her natural color and start wearing chunky knitted sweaters with jeans. She has circled the shock spectrum so thoroughly that she’s now fairly mundane.

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Christine Ouzounian sounds like the human equivalent of Amazon feedback emails; you buy a three -pack of tube socks and you get sixteen follow ups on them. How was the packaging? How did you like them? how many stars would you give them? Would you write a review of them?

I’m pretty sure David Bowie could impregnate a woman with just the force of his piercing gaze from a dozen paces.

In my mind, its the sequel to “It’s Complicated” that nobody asked for, starring Bruce Willis.

JUST BE HAMMSANDY AND STOP GIVING ME ANXIEY, SB.

Beyonce wishes

This is about my twin sister. First day of school, she was in second grade. A boy named Ricky started picking on her. Pulling at her hair, slapping, kicking and terrorizing her. She was scared but nobody did anything. The teacher just told Ricky to stop it but he continued. He was big and an asshole. He grabbed her…

I used to teach elementary art in a really low-income school district near Denver. One student, Franklin, was a third-grader who was homeless and living in a car with his mother at the time. The district and social services were aware and helping as much as possible, but mom was hard to work with due to some ongoing…