She sat there like a CHAMP for eleven fucking hours and did her fucking job!! She’s raw-dog and that’s why Obama appointed her. He knew she would secretary the hell out of the job!! And she did! Best gif!

Yup. It’s kind of the main reason we need her.

p.s. Benghazi hearing was indeed salty/awesome. She destroyed everyone.

That entire thing was gold. She was so contemptuous without saying anything. I kept waiting for her to start texting and sending selfies.

“I sure hope — we’re in Bernie Sanders’ backyard here in New Hampshire — I sure hope he intends to show up in his neighboring state”...“There is nothing worse than a debate about debates.”

And for most of existence, women haven’t had the privilege of not showing up. No matter how sick or busy, they couldn’t stop mothering. Women have been working around the clock, rain or snow or plague or shine, for millenia.

Oh, I’m sorry: do you not wear tutus on your afternoon shopping dates with the ladies? Awkward for you tbh.

When approving of a meal, my husband and I now nod to each other and say “good bake.” When disapproving, we turn to each other and say “I wouldn’t eat that, Mary.”

Please forgive me for laughing, bc that’s a horrible thing for a mom to say, but after some of the anecdotes I’ve read in this comment section it’s a breath of fresh air.

While not necessarily mean, my father used to pay me $100 to shave my legs before family functions. I think he stopped when he caught on that he was actually creating incentive for me to grow my leg hair out.

I am very tall and big enough to rival mama June when my weight is at its highest. I was asked to be a bridesmaid for a friend in college. She chose pale pink satin strapless numbers. I can VIVIDLY remember my grandma repeating over and over “oh you’ll look like a pig stuffed in satin!”. Clearly her verbal filter was…

“She looks like a clown’s whore.”

My dad used to joke when I had braces that all I needed in addition to those railroad tracks were glasses and then I would never find a husband.

After I colored my hair black and had straight across bangs, my mom said to me:

Right? It could practically be the cover for the Robin Thicke Christmas album that nobody wants.

I hope she's married to a hot Brazilian helicopter pilot now and the ex developed a skin condition that makes him smell like diapers and moldy cheese. That seems fair.

Please, he ran away when things got real. And he had a young woman waiting, with open arms and open legs. Let’s not romanticise or explain away what is one of the more crappy things you can do to another person. I mean, really.

Dear Mr. Crudup,

Old white men yell at things.