On a road trip from the great white north down to Texas, my family of 4 stopped at a Whataburger for dinner after waiting at a family-style restaurant to be served, and instead ignored, for 45 minutes. My parents are brown and my sibling and I are white-passing — we were in northern Texas and it was one of my first…

Every summer in the mid to late ‘60's. Lake Puckaway, Wisconsin. Trapped in a tiny smelly cabin with my stepfather who insisted on trying to teach me how to fish. I don’t recall either of us catching any fish. Ever. He made sure I knew that was my fault. He got so angry with me one year, he yanked the fishing pole out…

Samurai Pizza Cats!

Enjoying new things is great, but being respectful of other people’s cultural contexts for those things is crucially important. I am willing to bet none of the influencers the author saw in line for those turmeric lattes knew they were part of a larger Indian culinary tradition. See also: columbusing.

The universe did some fucking BACK BREAKING to make this all come to a head, and I seriously wouldn’t have believed it if it hadn’t happened *to me.*

When I was 22, after a brief eyeroll hiatus from Thought Catalog, I decided to randomly read some articles there during some down time. If you don’t know Thought Catalog,…

Got out of prison early on the condition I leave the state and move home to my mother’s house. Got bored because I hadn’t lived there in like 6 years. Hit up a guy I grew up with and went to a couple movies with as a teen and said “hey I just got out of the clink what’s up”. We proceeded to have a very alcohol soaked,…

I’ve also been losing hair to alopecia areata. Like you, I’ve had a big part of my identity wrapped up in my hair (guy with the great hair or something like that). I’ve been really open about my hair loss (it’s how I like to deal with stuff), but it’s still frustrating to see something you work hard to maintain slip…

My alopecia story is a bit different but in many ways similar.

Not only did I watch it all, but did so while eating chili and corn chips.

JUST. HOW. with those fucking feet. HOW. HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…

I’m not crying. You’re crying!

Uuugghh this pollen. I have something in my eye.

Sorry, “Weaponized Mulatto” is my stripper name.

And thank you, I think I just might write a recap!

I unabashedly love Showgirls. I watch it probably 3-4 times a year, and every time i catch a few details I never caught before. Some tidbits that always amuse me...

It’s a fabulous book. Not at all surprised:

I have a naturally high pitched voice, and when I get myself worked up it gets higher and higher until I have to pause and reset because only dogs can hear it. Then I have my professional voice. It’s a little slower and slightly deeper than my natural voice, which is high southern valley girl. My daughter mocks me…

There’s an edit of this movie poster going around Reddit with Leo’s head replaced by Bojack’s, and Brad’s by Mr. Peanutbutter.  Brad makes an extremely convincing Mr. Peanutbutter. 

ignorant my ass, she’s telling it like is, Jackson is innocent and there’s no way Kelly’s ex didn’t know about what he was doing.