And you clearly aren’t mature enough to articulate your dislike for something without being unnecessarily mean. Some people just never leave the schoolyard.

This is /muy triste/ for /nuestra hermana/ Jeanine.

I just want to share John Paul Brammer’s parody, because he’s been subtweeting the book for weeks. He also does a gay latinx advice column Hola Papi with the best art.

Me! On my way home, I’ll periodically pick up a burrito at the Chipotle near Davis Square where I transfer from the T to my bus. There are even a number of excellent locally owned restaurants nearby where I could get a significantly better meal for a comparable price. I feel like I should be ashamed of myself, but…

On the slim chance that Jeanine Cummins is reading this: There’s still time to make it right! You can’t go back in time and not write your book, nor can you go retroactively spend time with actual migrants for material. What you can do is donate some of your advance (and money earned from subsequent editions) to…

Would it kill her to accept an ounce of blame for running a piss-poor campaign and condemning us all to 4-8 years of Trump? Fuck her and the corporate funded jet she flew in on. She’s was and is part of the problem and the best thing she can do to be part of the solution is to go get lost in the woods again.

The AP Style Guide should be updated to say that bloggers must always specify which Michelle Williams they’re writing about

Eh I had a nightmare pap like 2 years ago from a rude and uncaring NP.

Agreed. I thought that Bohemian Rhapsody was basically a 2 hour long Lip Sync for Your Life.

Dammit, you chucklefuck, your intentions were perfectly clear. You wanted to hurt and embarrass a total stranger because some stray gross impulse darted across your lizard brain and being a white male, you never even thought to resist or question it. You honestly expected her to find that funny or at least “laugh it…

The comments on the original Jez article were a shameful cesspool of white feminism. SO many Jezzies were defending these white female authors piling on a grad student for suggesting that Dessen’s milquetoast YA novels may not have been the best choice for collegiate readers and that a book about discrimination in the…

There’s no age limit on loving Docs. They’re the boots of the working people! And some trendy people. And some people whose trends are 20 years old. They’re for everyone!

Truly the MPDG of stories.

Seriously. That and that humblebrag ass thrift store one. Jesus. “So the fry cook and I saunter over to the 1950's garage and the gentleman confesses to the murder. Quite an odd morning I suppose, but what a great haul!”

I’m estimating here, but something like 70% of these celebrities dressed up like...other celebrities? Really? I suppose I have to wait for our patron saint of Halloween, H. Klum to show up this tepid cluster of nothingness.

Does she know? Does she know?

The absolute, only rule of wedding planning should be: provide lots of free food and alcohol.

This didn’t happen to be Wrightwood, CA did it?

Why do people keep creepy stuff? Burn it with fire!! D:

Made this account purely to participate because I have a recent weird experience. This story is from about two months ago. I have no clear explanation for what the hell happened and it took me three attempts to work myself up to remembering it in enough detail to write it down. Here goes.