...wut? I have no fucks to give about BC, his cheekbones, or Sherlock. My point of contention is that Tumblr is a shit-awful reference point. It may be my own bias, but if someone tries to bolster their argument/provide proof with something they found on tumblr, I automatically downgrade their "argument" to "nonsense…

Please tell me you're not actually citing this tumblr (or any tumblr for that matter) as something legit and worth paying attention to. ಠ_ಠ

Hm, my husband and I actually got into better shape since we got married. I was terrified of being 'that wife' who let herself go, so about 2 years before we got married I hit the weights/yoga studio, cleaned up my diet, and a handful of years later I'm the "sexy wife" out of our group of friends. My husband, upon…

no, the truly terrifying thing is that they have a sister forum full of "women" (still debatable that they aren't sockpuppets) who agree with them! These "women" have also taken the red pill and woke up to realize the only true path to happiness is to marry at 18 (preferably younger, when you're more "valuable") and…

yuuuup. ya see, for so long our brave incel (aka involuntary celibate) neckbeards have been living under the ILLUSION that "being nice" to women will get them laid by virtuous, horny virgins. So they have to "take the red pill" to wake up and realize that all women [EVERYWHERE!!] are worthless cum dumpsters,…

I'd advise checking out TheRedPill subreddit to see where this neckbeards congregate, blow off steam, swap "field report" stories (as if they really happened), trade tips, develop theories, and go on long, meandering misogynistic rants backed by "broscience". After you go blind with rage, head in over to TheBluePill…

This sounds like some stupid shit my yoga teacher would say. Mind you I like my yoga teacher, but she can be a bit....dippy at times.

...wat. Why are you livid that a fashion blogger staged a photo shoot at a well known tourist location? a tourist location that hosts movie night on the mausoleum? A tourist location that willfully and gladly opens its doors for all manner of photo shoots and touristy activity?

jesus christ THANK YOU. I thought I was the only one getting annoyed by some bros going on about how much the loooooove eatin' pussy, and how good they are, and how enthusiastic the are, and how we just need to relllaaaxxx and let broseph show us the real deal.

I don't know what I find funnier; your story, or all the butthurt shaming replies you've received.

...or, we just don't like receiving oral sex? After a handful of eager suitors, a dedicated husband, and 15 years of sexual activity I've come to discover....i.just.dont.like.it. I don't like the over stimulation, I don't like the focus on my clit, I don't like all that saliva, and I don't like a tongue in my vagina.…

eh, another day, another article about the sexual habits of my peers that I CANNOT relate to, like, at all.

Dag yo, my husband was in a frat (Sigma Alpha Mu,), in fact it was one of the most diverse frats on campus [I think it originated as a Jewish frat in opposition to all the WASPy frats of ye olden thyme]. All they did was smoke weed, chill, play video games, and skateboard; they were perpetually stoned so they couldn't…

A republican in Chicago? lololololol good luck with that.

When I declare myself supreme goddess of the universe, this is what I'll wear. Gotta look the part yo, if you want anyone to take you seriously. ;)

"If I channeled my mom, the images would probably look like Clair Huxtable sitting in one of those wicker chairs that Black Panther Huey Newton liked so much."

I was always a fan of the Nike women's sportswear mannequins, as I feel that they possess an uncanny resemblance to my body shape (yay!), and more broadly, a generically fit woman's body shape. Not exactly pin thin, but trim with realistic girth to the arms and thighs. Now if only my tits were as large as the…

yes! this bears repeating, all the time, everywhere, but specifically on Jezebel (and tumblr for that matter).

I can't do shapewear. I learned in high school that shapewear + end of the evening sexytimes = "uhhm, what are you wearing under your dress?" (as said to me by my 17 year b/f at the time).

true story! friend of mine lived in a sketchy area, and I guess one night some junkie was running from the cops and threw his stash of heroin into my friend's backyard. Come morning my friend lets his dog outside for a piss, but the dog decides to eat the bag of heroin instead. By the time my friend figured out what…