Jezebel grasping at straws for something to (uncreatively) shit on?

When I was 3 years old, my 15-year-old cousin told me to go up to my mom and raise my middle finger at her. Instead of telling me that it meant “something bad”, she told me it meant “kiss my ass”.

Seriously? You’re lucky if you only spend $8600 for a few MONTHS in a house in Los Angeles, let alone an entire year. Signed, someone who writes a disgusting mortgage check for a house in a trash part of the city.

Or you may start dating one and have to awkwardly (and quickly) unfollow/re-follow them when they say... “Hey! I followed you. Follow me back!”.

If this isn’t the most blatant ripoff of Peaches, I don’t know what is. 🐍

After dealing with the LAPD a few times, including one time involving a sexual assault (not at the hands of the LAPD), I can’t say I’m too surprised.

Team greek yogurt over sour cream all daaaaaay.

Whoa, now... Don’t exclude us Angelenos. 60 degree temps (and even, gasp!, 40’s at night) + darkness at 4pm = extreme need for extra body heat and disingenuous “connection”.

Snarktown, USA, as per usual.

1. Chemical peels. Forever and ever, amen. Seriously... One set of 3 and your skin will never look better.