When I wrote my article, I included wedding photos that I had never shared online before, because of the way my body looked in them.
What was worse than being insulted was that I felt I needed the approval of others to legitimize my own happiness.
naked pictures
I memorized the comments and replayed them while showering, while getting dressed, while grocery shopping, while having lunch.
the internet
The Internet can be a terrible place, but don't hide behind that as an excuse to avoid dealing with inappropriate, cruel, and awful commenters.
the internet
Saying the word “boyfriend” on my Twitter or Instagram elicits the most heinous responses from men who are fans of my radio-show-having ex.
Wear makeup or don't, I don't give a damn. But don't pretend that the decision deserves a gold star for helping someone in need.
There is nothing people like more than reading obviously fabricated bullshit about a fat person attempting to travel from place to place on a plane.
internet boyfriends
“There are some things I feel like I should come clean about,” he started.
the frisky
Don’t get me wrong -- I (mostly) support guidelines for Internet communities, such as ones that minimize things like underage porn and hate speech. But few social media sites have guidelines that are clear, consistent, and nuanced enough to deal with all variations of expression.
the internet
the internet
Sometimes I get freaked out if I have to call for a pizza, even if I know doing so will result in piping hot pizza. PIZZA.
how not to be a dick
A comment thread is over when names are called, especially if anyone brings up the Nazis.
teen girls
The combination of teen girls and the Internet tends to provoke a specific kind of fear, one of tender innocents corrupted and potentially abused by older people, usually men.
I now receive a minimum of one Kickstarter campaign solicitation in my email in-box every week. It feels a little like blackmail.
I had the first inkling of “Maaaybe I should slow down on the blogging about my kid” around the time my son turned one-and-a-half and started looking and acting like more of an actual person.
When I was 10, I was one of the founding members of the "I Hate Shonda Club," which boasted an impressive roster of three girls from my street.
the internet
Don't worry, this is not another "are women funny?" thing, because ZZZZZ. This is something else entirely. )
If you're a woman with an internet presence, you need skin as thick as a redwood trunk to deal with the barrage of insults and threats that you'll unquestionably receive from misogynist trolls.

Nov 21, 2012 at 2:30pm | 12 comments

family drama
I didn’t know it yet, but by the time I sent that tweet, my mom had already been dead for nine minutes.
Have you ever had someone write something really mean about you online? And then you found out they got hired to be sitting right next to you at work -- day after day?
It all started with Reddit (as so many strange and terrible things do).
i barely know how sex works today
When I was a kid, my parents made sure to tell me that babies were made from sperm and eggs, but it took me 15 years to figure out that balls don't live inside dudes like sleeping chipmunks.