I mean, normally I say don’t shit on the little people answering the phones, but in this case, fuck it. Hey, little people! Prepare yourselves for an onslaught of descriptions for the swampy, clotted, horrifying B-Movie trailer that is my fucken* underwear during the time that is approximately 10 days post-estrus for…

I mean, I remember AOL cds, and “You’ve Got Mail” and chatting with people in AOL chatrooms. I remember getting online and typing out A/S/L like that really freaking mattered....But I do speak pretty good emoji. ANd when I have friends in the solidly Gen X range, I often find that their jokes are just a bit…

Baja front pocket = Always where you find the joint.

I love this so much!!

Also, it has to be synthetic leather, because SF=Vegans.

I had a sleeveless minidress made out of metallic blue latex with a zipper from boobs to 1" below my crotch. That shit was my clubbing jam, and I’d be out on the floor all night long for Siouxsie Sioux. 

You betcha. My station was practically negative wattage, so my big Thursday night show was rabidly popular with.....the kids working at the McDonalds drive-thru.

(True story. They would call me ALL. THE. TIME.)

i also have a bathroom with a crank operated shower window. the cold glass hot steam combo cracked the glass, so it’s covered with that opaque-making stuff, and we sealed it. also, my tile walls have allowed water behind them, so i am pretty sure there aren’t actually “walls” there anymore.

According to some, Gen Y is made up. But according to others, it’s 1975-1989? Which makes more sense. My siblings and I have more in common with each other than any of us do with our friends in official Gen X brackets.

Uggs + Miniskirts + cableknit sweater :: Boulder, Colorado, year round, but typically brunch any time school is in sesh

Rubber rain boots +leggings + white flowy shirt + puffer vest :: Fall in Denver, AKA Han Solo Season

In my first year as a college radio DJ, my favorite outfit was a sleeveless mock turtleneck, a long black skirt with slits up to the knees on BOTH sides and a wide elastic waistband, match by the wide elastic straps across my giant foam steve madden slides/wedges. I also wore ear cuffs, nude lipstick with a slightly…

Same here.

Except they’re not. Finnish is Finno-Ugric, and so is Hungarian. And the Nazis killed all sorts of Hungarians. The Finns and Hungarians are more like each other and like the Laplanders and native peoples of the arctic circle than they are like white people (Austrians, Germans, Normans, English).

For someone who has “no interest in continuing a conversation” - you sure are continuing quite a lot of conversations.

Also, back to your original argument, since you clearly don’t know how to stay focused (no wonder you got kicked out of dance class)

1. By slutshaming, you are clearly not progressive
2. I am not offended that you insulted the owners, I am offended by your slut-shaming
3. I’ve seen the Rockettes 4 (FOUR!) times, with my own money. I went with a group of women. I would say all but one of them was super feminist/progressive.
4. You don’t have to be…

I’m so sorry, what a beautiful kitten face. <3

I’m not a crafter, not that it matters. I’m not a mommy, not that it matters. I am also a super fucking left wing liberal shit stirring feminist, not that I need to provide my cred to you, and not that you’d believe it anyway. I’m guessing YOU aren’t a liberal, progressive feminist, since you are A-fucking-OK with…

Damn, who got kicked out of the dance squad in junior high? Sorry for your loss. Seriously, though, you either need to learn a little more about dance, or a little more about not slut-shaming people. Also, maybe be less of an asshole, because this is the second interaction I’ve had with you and your “my way is the…

Fuck this. Being a Rockette is one of the best full time gigs you can get as a dancer. It is also some god damn hard ass work.

This is not a logical consistency. Power structures are inherent in the baker/cake | dancer/dance equation. The people who are representative of the perceived majority may have *personal*…

k. cool.

Naw, she yelled at me again later, so whatever, anyway. I’m not really that invested in twitter either way. I don’t care if other people don’t like it, and I don’t care if people don’t like to hear me or others bitching about it.

Also, I’m not your bro, but I am so glad we had this talk.