If you can’t find a Patti pie and live in NYC, I swear, the little mini sweet potato pies at Kennedy’s Fried Chicken will give you your fix. I remember being floored the first time I tried one. I’m from the south and refuse to acknowledge pumpkin pie, which always seems to be more readily available. I just can’t…

“In and around this perplexing time, I dazedly chose or hired the companionship of unsavory and insipid types. Regardless of their saltless reputations, I always led with condoms and honesty when it came to my condition. Sadly my truth soon became their treason, as a deluge of blackmail and extortion took center stage…

“The emotional effects of his diagnosis may help explain some of his behavior over the past two years”

And blacker.

Oh man, this was one long cringe. It’s pretty hard for me to feel badly for Porsha, but I sure did last night.

Which is exactly why I HAVEN’T participated in the ‘French flag overlay’ on my Facebook profile picture, or retweeted or shared or otherwise participated in click-bait stories doing the rounds on social media. I did participate in the minutes’ silence this morning though. I was moved to tears when I read that account…

I think most people eventually learn that their parents, particularly their mothers, are not the most objective source for such information. My mother thinks I’m so beautiful that she’s convinced I could have modeled (I’m 5’3”) or been a movie star. “You look like Natalie Portman, but prettier!” (Ed. note: No I…

Not necessarily, and this is a pretty classist/elitist way of viewing people who work at one of America’s largest employers.

I don’t think you understand white privilege is. People are not accusing him of being rich and lazy. His privilege is an full display as he sits in his mansion as a highly successful writter, director, being interviewed about his work and feels the need to bring up race and complain about how his skin color is used…

I think people who take their coffee with skim milk are the most mentally disturbed of all. That shit tastes like despair and starvation.

The finest microwaves.

I read every one of these - and there were definitely some gems - but I just flat-out can’t get over putting jelly on pizza, let alone asking for it like it’s not completely insane.

I was working in an upscale restaurant

Why send that card back with her new promotion? That was so cruel.

Scene- My bedroom, 2 AM, after a bottle and a half of wine.
Players (In a theatre sense, not like, a gross way to say ‘lovers’ or whatever)- My husband and also my me.

We were young, early 20’s, shitty on wine, having laugh sex, where we sort of clumsily bounced around the bedroom, laughing and not totally putting all…

But after hearing from my gay friends manager, agent and others who handle my finances and image and learning more about the hardships they faced because of discrimination and loss of income I may face for my out of date views, it became clear to me that everyone should be able to marry the person they love I needed…

‪”I feel like that is the untold story of this data leak—how many people just aren’t getting a sexual connection they want. And rather than talk about how people could solve this problem, everyone is just moralizing.”

‪I had an unexpected affair three years ago.

She’s fucked up and crazy and this is mostly just dumb. But also, even though white upper and upper middle class folk are the people writing and reading most of this crap, can we just please stop it with the fucking whining about how terrible white collar jobs are and how people need to learn to take time for…

Honestly if someone was like “I KNOW IM HOT BUT JFC ITS EXHAUSTING TO GET HIT ON ALL THE FUCKING TIME” I would like that WAY MORE than a humble brag because I know exactly how it feels.