The other night I decided to take a trip down memory lane with my old Xanga and MySpace accounts. Before I knew it, I was sucked into the black hole of my teenage angst.
teen angst
kaitlyn hunt
The nightmare began in February when the cops came to arrest my daughter, who had just turned 18, and took her away without telling us what was happening.
the frisky
The very fact this question occurs to me is a sign of just how skewed the thinking is on mental illness in this country: my mind is framing it, even if unintentionally, as a personal weakness
fat
Why do we allow a number to hold so much power over our self-perception?
motherhood
My family fantasy centered around me, a feminist dude partner, and two adopted daughters that I could call Mary and Margot after my favorite lady monarchs. Our home would ooze estrogen and empowered ladyhood.
gay
This is not an article about bisexual, pansexual, or women whose sexuality comes at a particular perpendicular slant. This is an article about straight girls who are down to fuck girls and the lesbians who love flipping them.
memoirs
Although I had kind of become numb to what I was writing about, I was still aware that other people would be at least a little shocked. Abortion. Gangbang. Orgy. These are words that get people’s attention.
names
Writing under my initials for a very long time has allowed me to observe the way people relate to a writer on the basis of perceived gender, because people seem to have an urgent, desperate need to slot each other into gender categories.
puppies
My dog accidentally fractured his leg and I finally released myself from guilt.
cheating
Since the quest for a conventional relationship was clearly not working out for me, I decided in a moment of low self-worth, that I was going to actively seek out married men.
gay
This is not an article about bisexual, pansexual, or women whose sexuality comes at a particular perpendicular slant. This is an article about straight girls who are down to fuck girls and the lesbians who love flipping them.
memoirs
Although I had kind of become numb to what I was writing about, I was still aware that other people would be at least a little shocked. Abortion. Gangbang. Orgy. These are words that get people’s attention.
names
Writing under my initials for a very long time has allowed me to observe the way people relate to a writer on the basis of perceived gender, because people seem to have an urgent, desperate need to slot each other into gender categories.
puppies
My dog accidentally fractured his leg and I finally released myself from guilt.
cheating
Since the quest for a conventional relationship was clearly not working out for me, I decided in a moment of low self-worth, that I was going to actively seek out married men.
modeling
We're starting to normalize the appearance of plus-sized models in fashion as just a natural variation of human bodies, rather than something shocking and awful.
kids
If I do my son's coloring pages, I'm providing myself with some well-earned relaxation while forcing my child to find something more productive to do with his time. It's a win-win.
disney world
HAVE YOU BEEN OUTRAGED BY THIS YET? Unfortunately, you're probably angry for all the wrong reasons.
breasts
In her op-ed, Angelina wrote: “I can tell my children that they don’t need to fear they will lose me to breast cancer." Unfortunately, I know that's not true.
how not to be a dick
I don't have a ton of control over what my body does, but you have 100% control over being a shitty, judgmental human being.
the jane dough
For young women, and in New York especially, watching Girls is a requirement.
being fat in the world
You are literally unprepared for this jelly.
moving
I decided to finally start listening to my own heart or head or whatever. And it's telling me, "California."
open thread
A new interactive map tracks "hate speech" on Twitter over the past year, and the results look pretty much how you'd expect. Which is exactly why I'm suspicious of them.
misogyny
All you have to do is type "karma" and "Angelina" in Twitter search engine to find the sad.
breast cancer
For now, all I can do is hang my hopes on the slim percentage that I won’t get breast cancer, knowing that if a tumor develops, it’s not like I can afford to treat that either.
facebook
Today in stuff I feel irrationally guilt about: pretending online that things are cool when things are actually totally not cool.
