the style con
Guy sits next to you on the train, spreads his legs as far apart as you think could be humanly possible, and you’re suddenly squashed up against a glass panel or door with little room to breathe. And who said sorry? Probably you.
disordered eating
I call bullshit. The “perfect feminist” does not exist, nor should it.
We all have passions. One of mine is defending jokes in an increasingly outrage-feeding-frenzy-driven society. Making that point after The Onion c-word tweet, however, did more harm than good, and I apologize.

Mar 4, 2013 at 11:00am | 172 comments