co-signed.

Don't they have sex with demons? I'm sure I read that somewhere, that all feminists divorce their husbands, murder their children and become lesbian witches who fornicate with demons.

Can I just add the hilarious nugget that pops up when you Google image search Mike Jeffries:

I'm pretty sure this is what happens to the "cunt punt" sorority girl when she gets a corporate job. This is her future.

Actually, "abortion machinist" is one of the few blue-collar jobs left in America today.

And if you haven't read it yet, Boo's Behind the Beautiful Forevers: Life, Death, and Hope in a Mumbai Undercity is just ridiculously good. Hot damn, I don't even do any sort of writing like that and I was just ridiculously jealous while reading it that I've never approached that level of reporting and writing and…

He's just catching on? In Japan you've been able to get an abortion from a vending machine for years.

I'm still baffled that this man managed to convince three separate women to fucking marry* him.

Douchebag Shrugged

Yes, footnotes. That will make this whole problem go away. Or, inline citations and block quoting, or any indication that these ideas are not specifically your own, noted in the text.

This is true. But... Joss will continue to be asked, and I am glad he is asked and glad he is speaking. Because he is successful, and in Hollywood, success is more important than anything. His voice is very powerful because of his success, so I am thrilled that he uses that platform for feminism.

Little country girls see Miley and dream, "maybe someday I can grow up, get out of this town, and ruin entire subcultures within like 3 months..."

Hey! Fellow white lady here. If my car breaks down in a mostly white neighborhood, I generally don't have to worry about getting shot in the head because I look like the homeowner's idea of a threat.

Don't write them off just yet, Fluter.

A few months ago, I bought a pair of Lululemon pants. I've worn them every day since, even while doing all sorts of vigorous, workout-y things — like karate and stuff. Not one pill yet.

Of course, I've been wearing the pants as a scarf, hung ever so jauntily over one…

So basically, standing in one spot and being very thin is really the only way to wear Lululemon pants?

I'm complaining! I complain all the fucking time when a road I have to deliver to goes 11,12,14,15. Or worse, 11,12,12a,14,15. It's a fucking number, grow the fuck up.

This is all from one couple's blurb? One couple?

Cut to 6 years later. They both travel too damn much to see each other, he finds her to be difficult and flighty, she finds him stodgy and boring. They have a spectacularly dramatic divorce. She goes back to the stone hut and drinks.

When I called my best friend to tell her I had just gotten engaged, her immediate response was, "Well, that's no good."

Why does our society have such a hard time with the concept of "consent"? Is it because we still don't believe women are actual people, and not just livestock/property? Seriously, get it the fuck together, US.