“Arab World’s version of the Ice Bucket Challenge.” Nice.
“Arab World’s version of the Ice Bucket Challenge.” Nice.
Actually forget what I said earlier, didn’t read far enough. The best thing about the article is the men who say they’d never rape a woman, that it’s unmanly, etc. Too bad they’re in the minority. And then there’s the guy who says he doesn’t even think rape happens…
The only good thing about that article is this exchange: A: She told me that though I raped her what she has I now also have it.
Q: What did she mean by that?
A: She meant she was HIV positive. Fuck that bastard, I hope he dies painfully, and I hope the woman gets treatment.
#8’s makeup is just perfect. Seriously the best.
Hang in there. 16 is a difficult time for anyone, but it’s especially hard if you’re dealing with mental health issues and depression. I won’t judge you for getting help from people online; nobody should. It’s not a substitute for professional help—seeing a counselor helped with my depression, and it wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t told people irl about it—but it’s not worthless.
Smartphones cure depression!
They take your order and your organs.
Turning up the collar of my overcoat, I stepped into the freezing Beijing night. All around me lights flashed, bicycles whirred, laughing Chinese faces bobbed toward me, then away—yet in this shining darkness, this shouting, glimmering mirage, I, the expat, was alone. I needed food. A thin burger, just unfrozen, with a wilting pickle and too much pepper; hollow cardboard fries and a gritty milkshake. Yet the food of my people was elusive as the memory of home, no golden arches springing from the shimmering darkness. Then out of the night I saw it. A tiny storefront, tucked into the corner of a little shopping center. The colors were wrong and the symbol; no arches but an overturned M. But I knew. This was the food of my people, the food of my homeland, and the sign bore my name and my state: Michael Alone. In a frozen city, in a strange country, I had found a fragment of home.
That music was really a terrible choice.
That part did catch me off guard, but I think she was right to include it. This is an essay about how she perceives the world and her place in it, and for her, Christianity figures into that equation. I may not agree with her faith-wise but I can respect that.
Beautiful, powerful essay, and lovely illustrations as well.
This is a good post but it did not need the slidy thing. Please calm down with the slidy thing.
Are we supposed to admire this guy?
Today’s top comments are GAY WTF TIT GAY ASS. In that order. Not sure if I should be offended or impressed.
I mean I knew the thing about her being a British girl but I thought she was a British girl who was also a cat. Somehow. There’s a point where you just have to stop questioning things and I think we’ve reached that point.
Meetings are at your nearest Planned Parenthood center. Next revolution’s planned for whenever we can stop having mind-blowingly wonderful group sex and actually get something done.
The response would prove otherwise.
Haven’t written in ages but I might try. You guys have some pretty great essays.
Maybe she’s a Great Old One.
“Trapped inside of every white girl is a strong black woman waiting to bust out.” Wait is this like a chest burster thing? Strong black women are awesome but I don’t want one breaking out of my chest.
Man I thought becoming a scientist was hard but now I see I can just stare at hens and shoot people.
What language is she singing in?
I feel like having a baby will just make things more complicated.
I meant that it supports its arguments and communicates its message well. It’s good in all the ways I, as a non-fan, can judge.
I’m American and I drink tea. Can’t have that much coffee so tea is a good substitute. This morning I tried mixing masala chai and coffee grounds in a coffeemaker. Tasted like mud, would not recommend.
Have you ever:
-Had a sexual or romantic thought about someone of the same sex?
-Stared for more than 12 seconds at someone of the same sex?
-Had an abortion (if female)?
-Allowed your partner to have an abortion (if male)?
-Used any form of birth control besides prayer and/or hoping really hard?
-Gotten a divorce?
-Engaged in any sex act other than consensual sex in the missionary position for the sole purpose of procreation?
-Pleasured yourself without immediately falling to your knees and begging for forgiveness (self-flagellation optional)?
-Taught your children to accept everybody regardless of sexual orientation or gender identity?
-Watched “Orange is the New Black?” Then congratulations, you are a Sexual Radical! Enjoy your 70-something years of happiness and self-acceptance before BURNING IN HELL FOREVER.
Now that’s just playing dirty.
Great for them. I can’t imagine the courage it takes to survive something like this.
Very moving essay. Your love for your grandmother is evident.
I thought it was an app that changed people’s voices while they were talking on the phone. But this seems much more useful.
Idina is great, and so much more than the voice of Elsa. That’s like referring to Jeremy Irons as “the guy who played Brom in Eragon.”
This is a good article (though I can’t judge its accuracy, having neither read the book nor seen the movie) but the list format is distracting. Would have been better as a normal article.
Marzipan shoulder sounds delicious.
The real Horse_ebooks.
Low wages may somewhat excuse rudeness (I work a retail job that pays a little above minimum wage and am often kind of a douche to my poor customers), but not anti-semitism. If they really wanted to insult their customers they could have written “fuck you” or something. Still offensive, but not targeting a historically oppressed group.
Why would you even do this? Much more offensive than some stupid pentagram.
This is indeed heartbreaking, although I don’t think you needed to use that word in your headline. The letter speaks for itself. I’m sure people will call it a fake, but there’s no reason to believe it is and it seems like something a kid would write.
I think they should change it, but you’re right in that it may be a hopeless battle. For whatever reason these French villagers are very attached to their horrible, historical name. Reminds me of how place names using the N-word used to be common (and still are, in some areas) in parts of the US. And people fought against changing those too. God forbid you change the name of your hill/farm/family retreat just to appease some angry liberals.