Iceland seems like a really lovely place (utter economic collapse aside), and the official Instagram account of the…
I think the idea is that through education and increasing awareness about sexual assault, and by showing compassion for victims rather than suspicion and doubt, the ability for rapists to operate in society's willful blind spot is removed. While rape is obviously the fault of the rapists, society sort of enables them…
This makes me want to set up a fake (or is it?) Yelp account and just proclaim on as many places as I can, "THEY WOULDN'T LET ME MASTURBATE." Just to see what happens.
Did you know that when you laugh so hard chocolate milk comes out of your nose, it really hurts?
"A Jezebel Commenter Was Given a Sub-Site, and You Won't Believe What Happened Next!"
This is beautiful. A few more heartwarming stories on kitchenette, Pinkham and I'm submitting you to UpWorthy.
News from the world of heavy metal: A woman is now the gore-smeared face of long-lived horror thrash group GWAR.…
my wedding will actually just be the hunger games
Bears, you're well known for your bitchy one-liners in the comments section. Obviously the strength of your joke will depend greatly on the content of the article and the various directions you can take it.
One of the hottest doctors I've ever seen delivered my second son (via c-section). Nothing like having a crush on someone who's seen your insides! After my son was born, and the doc was sewing me up, I said to my midwife, "Make sure he puts my insides back the way he found them, OK?", and from behind the drape, he…
We had a mountain lion in our freezer for a while when I was about eight. Then dad and mom took him to the butcher. After that we lots of little packages of mountain lion in the freezer. Surprisingly, mountain lion is really tasty.
Gotta be a shitty restaurant. Frozen lion? Serve fresh or don't bother.
I work with people with developmental disabilities and consequently have a lot of poop stories. Here's one of my better and less disgusting ones:
As a kid, I HATED pink. Would throw a huge fit if anyone tried to give me a pink anything. However, this likely had more to do with the fact that my parents were earnest, well-meaning second wavers and in their efforts to keep from pushing feminine things on me, I instead internalized the idea that girly things were…