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Well, no. What Jezebel should have done was keep all the excellent writers it had, instead of Denton retooling it as “the primary voice for celebrity and pop culture coverage in the network.”

and so was Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind.

see this kind of story is why I lose my mind if my period’s two weeks late even though I haven’t seen a dick in a year

Tell ya what. Go beat the shit out of your girlfriend or boyfriend and see if anyone from the NFL shows up with a $12 million check.

Who gives a shit that he missed 19 games? He should be missing them all and the NFL shouldn’t be enabling this r from franchises. Any claims to moral superiority from the NFL head offices

This is as important a story as Deadspin has ever done. My contempt for Hardy, Jones and Goodell is matched only by my admiration for Diana’s epic reporting.

I always see her as Artemis from It’s Always Sunny, which makes me love Susan all the more.

I love the idea that he wasn’t supposed to call the police on people about to endanger those around them.

I’m not sure if this counts, but my brother died in Iraq when his humvee rolled over a bomb. So some time passes and the pastor of the church my family goes to, goes to sleep and has this really vivid dream. He dreams my brother drives up to him in a humvee. The pastor says he can’t hear his own voice but he asks

It was a pretty good book.

I wonder if it was even your mom. I had a similar experience when I was in kindergarten and it’s never left my mind. My mom worked crazy shifts when I was little and we lived with my grandma, my dad and my sister. Sometimes my mom or grandma would get me up and ready for school depending on who was available.

A dear friend died of natural causes a few years ago, leaving behind three daughters. The middle daughter started using her mom's phone since she didn't have one, and on her birthday she got a voicemail that was just the sound of a party - talking, laughing, glasses clinking, but only women's voices. She's convinced

Here is a story that I have not shared before because honestly- it creeps me the fuck out. I don’t like thinking about it. I don’t like the things it implies about the nature of the universe we inhabit, and it fills me with existential dread. It also happens to involve a friend’s suicide, so it’s not the easiest thing

FINALLY!!! I have been waiting all year for this!! Here is my story.

Okay, so this year I can participate since the main player who would be scandalized by airing the laundry has passed. As background, my mother had me in her late thirties and her mother in turn had her in her late thirties. My mother was the youngest of eight children and had brothers much older than she, which is how

I was raised Southern Baptist. We didn’t tell ghost stories around the campfire growing up. We told possession stories. And we believed in them because demons are biblical. I remember having lively debates with my friends about the biblical case for demons and how not believing in them means you don’t believe

About 4 years ago, my boyfriend and I moved into a duplex just outside the city. The first day I was all alone in the house, I started thinking that I was seeing things out of the corner of my eye. Flashes of lights and shadows. I never ever had that sensation at my old place. It happens from time to time, but not

It’s the moooost wonderful time of the year! Seriously, I live for this thread. My experience is not nearly as spooky as others’, but here goes anyway:

I have been waiting for this thread all year! These will probably doxx me to anyone who knows me/my family, but they’re too good not to share.