It seems like it’s still sort of bad form to date serious, recent exes of your own close friends. Like, I wouldn’t date one of my friends’ ex-husbands. Then again, I’ve spent the last million years hearing about how those dudes are lousy lays who suck at housework and can’t remember to pay their child support, so it’s…

What is this Girl Code nonesense? Girl Code is for teenage girls. You’re an adult, everyone is going to date whoever they want and you need to at least pretend to be ok with that.

Horrors. A couple of months ago the Prof and I were in Branson MO (a ridiculous place; don't go there) and rode a thing called a Skycoaster after having way too much wine. Never never never again.

like, who is watching this at work?

I don’t think it’s irrational to hate a try-hard, privileged white girl who claims she’s “bringing booty back.”

I feel like Meghan Trainor is here to troll us. Like, she is a neckbeard minus the beard and the male parts.

I’m trying to find the part where they answered the question.

Yes. I want her to fall into a scorpion pit.

Only tangentially related, but I’m deeply addicted to LiarTown’s brilliant Apple Cabin ad series:

i want to learn to hoolahoop. like when i watch someone do it, i absolutely understand the physics of the movement. i understand what needs to be done. and then i go to do it and my body is like LOL FUCK YOU ‘SAUR!!

LIKE LITERAL CLOWN COLLEGE.

Also, it is now a thing to match nail polish to shoes? I cannot live up to this level of scrutiny.

Little Mix sounds like cat treats to me.

Steven Tyler’s been spending too much time on Pinterest.

Braiding your own hair is some high-level magician shit. I can just about manage a basic braid but I know someone who can French braid her own hair and I regard her as a dark sorceress who has compacted with spirits.

Dads? Fuck that. I’m a 29 year old woman and I don’t know how to freaking braid. You need right arms, three mirrors and a legion of bobby pins and ponytail holders to do that shit. Impossible!

“in my mind” I didn’t rape anybody is a real Cosby-level excuse

Cherkis points out, too, that Fowley always denied sexually abusing The Runaways, quoted in a 2013 band biography as saying, “They can talk about it until the cows come home but, in my mind, I didn’t make love to anybody in the Runaways nor did they make love to me.” And that may be right, in that “love” is no one’s…

Her cover of “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow” makes me cry every time, to be honest.