Right. The current majority party has made it clear through its actions that it does not want compromise, or to even let the minority party have a seat at the table. The cloture rule in the Senate is there to force compromise, which falls squarely on the majority party, as they control what gets approved through any…

I get irrationally angry at Logan Paul’s hair. That ugly retro mom hair went out of style for a reason.

The sweat ring from his nearly-empty rocks glass of Pappy Van Winkle obscures his $25 betting slip. Does it say Rams vs. 49ers Over 43 or Over 42? Ah tah hell with it. He cinches the belt of his ABC gold smoking jacket, a gift from Don Ohlmeyer after the Lake Placid Winter Olympics, tight against a chill draft only he…

As a member of the LGBTQ community, your tepid support means the world to me. Thank you.

1. FUCK Joe Ricketts. He’s a fucking plague.

Ben Reiter is going nuts right now (For those that can’t see it, this was the cover of the June 30, 2014 issue of SI)

Wait a second… the Astros are in the AL now?!?! Next you’ll tell me the Brewers moved to the NL! Ha!

Fuck the Yankees.

True story, I dated a guy who lived down the street from the ice cream truck depot in the West Village. Around 5pm, every summer evening, they all roll out as an adorably coordinated sugar-fueled cheer army. The jingles were always delightful because even though they were loud, they just sound like happiness.

I’m sorry, the top left sign is saying what now about Zionist oppressors?

Boy, is he in for a surprise!

On second thought, Pence might be the greatest troll ever. Ruining the night of these rich liberals who spent thousands of dollars to see a Broadway play.

Not Westfalia you want , but a Dehler Profi

This is not my woods poop story, but the story of one of my best climbing pals. He used to spend summers in the ‘70s in Chamonix doing alpine climbs and guiding, but because he and his pals were always broke af, they would rough camp all summer. That meant they dug a latrine trench. Well, toward the end of one…

I’ve found through experience that, if you run into anyplace service-oriented, panicked and screaming “JESUS CHRIST WHERE’S YOUR BATHROOM?!”, they will not object to letting you use it, even if it very plainly says Employees Only.

I can’t stop laughing. So much funny, I can’t even begin to address it all but I’m going to try and condense my thoughts for you here.

Ahhh fellow lactose-intolerant sufferer here! Prob doxxing myself, but whatevs!

Hahahaha, could be. Back around Christmas, I had made a comment on Reddit and a user there replied with... “Mom?” I just thought it was a joke and a minute later, my son was in my doorway and asked, “Do you use Reddit?” Oh, man. The internet is a small place sometimes.

Yes! *Wilderness Guide High Five.* We had backpackers who would hold it in so long that they’d poop their pants, bury them/leave them in the woods, and wear rain pants around like we wouldn’t notice. When you’re a little girl dreaming about your future, you don’t think you’re going to be going up to people some day…

I worked as a wilderness guide in a rehab for young adults 18+ and most of our clients didn’t have wilderness experience and were somewhat unwillingly (at least, at first) backpacking around for weeks without showers and whatnot. Many of them were chill, but many were horrified, and I mean horrified, about shitting in…

Oh man... I pooped myself in a mall I’d never gone to in Miami. My kid decided she wanted to check out Claire’s and while we were in there I felt *something* coming, but I sensed that I couldn’t hold it in. Ever tried to find a restroom in a giant mall you’ve never been to while shitting yourself? It’s a special kind…