I want this. Actually, I want anything that’s going to knock me out long enough to forget that I’m pathetically sick rn.

What a shame that that was literally my first thought. Every year, some black teen gets into all eight Ivies and everyone screams “affirmative action!”

Happer sent a combative email to a Jezebel reader informing her that the “demonization of CO2" “really differs little from the Nazi persecution of the Jews, the Soviet extermination of class enemies or ISIL slaughter of infidels.”

WHY DID YOU BRING THAT UP *cries*

I WAS ABOUT TO SAY! Why does no one remember Dr. Facilier?!? That song gave me nightmares as a kid!

Addendum:

I just posted my own rant. It’s in the greys somewhere. Basically, debate team, which is now my entire life, is agitating the wound that is my isolation and loneliness and reopening the scar that is everything about middle school.

Hi Jezzies, so the last 13 hours have been all about debate for me. Finally went back to debate center two weeks ago (I don’t think the guy who I liked last year is ever going to show up again, but I don’t really care at this point) and I started going to our school team’s meetings this past Wednesday. Today I went to…

Holy shit, that sucks. Now I feel like a piece of shit because I was about to whine because I found out my 2015 crush promposed to a girl in his own grade (so there goes my in-my-wildest-dreams ticket to this year’s prom) and my 2016 crush will never be seen again. Melodramatic teenage problems vs. actual adult…

When this story first broke, my dad kept insisting that all of these women were sending naked pictures to fellow Marines and they got leaked. “You’d think they’d learn,” he said. “If you send a naked picture to a guy, there’s no way that’s going to remain private.”

All I could think about when I read that was when my friend thought Andrew Jackson was on the $10 bill instead of Alexander Hamilton and got confused as to why I was hugging one. (I’m a Hamilton fan don’t judge me) I was like, “Why the FUCK would I be dramatically clutching the likeness of a genocidal maniac?!?” And…

Wait, is this an actual thing that exists?

It’s been eight years since my bizarre childhood desire to raise poultry (specifically baby chickens) first took over every aspect of my life. (It continued to control my every waking moment until about six years ago.) This article made me realize that I actually still want a pet duckling. Between this and visiting…

Goddamnit H&M. When I was in 7th grade, I bought a shirt from there that was a size S (4-6). Just before my junior year of high school, I bought a size 12 dress from there that I had to squeeze into. My BMI actually *decreased* in those four years because I stopped putting on weight at about 14 and kept getting taller…

“size 4"

Smaller? Well, yeah, women are physically smaller, but I don’t see what that has to do with equal pay.

I mean, I like my steak well done (more like medium-well, but apparently some restaurants think “medium” means “stick a raw hunk of meat in a poorly functioning oven for five minutes”), but I haven’t eaten it with fucking ketchup since I was like 12 years old. This fucking guy.

Oh good a post that a little grey Jezzie like me can tack a rant onto so somebody sees it.

I have nothing constructive to add. Just that your username is goals and I’m so happy to see another Hamilton fan om Jez.

Chemistry, especially the periodic table. My teacher showed a documentary called “The Mystery of Matter” about the discovery of the elements. Who knew elements could be so thrilling?!? She also showed us a video of alkali metals reacting with air and water. I have a strange desire to cut strips of pure potassium like…