Welcome to the female gaze, mf'ers.
It’s so much more than Mommy Juice.
On days like today, I ask myself these questions when it comes to consuming news, social media activism, and real world impact.
I’ve been trying to disarm the word “racist.” But should I?
I know. It’s fucked up. But baby, a mother’s love is a little fucked up sometimes.
My friend moved away but you need to hear what she told me.
We’ll never know her real name.
Why aren’t we drowning in a sea of Trump rape outrage?
Let’s make some Independence Day Resolutions.
We disagree. Calm the fuck down.
You’re on moral high ground, but what are you really standing on?
How much should I intervene with Buster’s personality?
I’m going to tell you about a time I got checked on the KatyKatiKate FB page.
When it comes to Trump, I don’t know what I want.
The first time I saw you, I knew.
Our pro-choice enthusiasm needs a quick check-in.
If you don’t know what this is, get your ass back to school.
Stop forcing women to become mothers.
First of all, yay!!! Second, it’s about damn time.
What do judges in rape cases and golfers have in common?
There are pumpkin seeds in the couch. Don’t ask why.
Fate whispered to the warrior, "The storm is coming.”
It’s not about babies. It’s about women.
Male seahorses get a lot of fucking credit, is all I’m saying.
Here’s my problem with the “But Joe Biden hugs EVERYBODY!” defense.
Joe Biden is both not a monster and not a good candidate.
The lost episode of a beloved series
How is a road trip like checking your privilege?
Sit down and let me tell you something about pretzels.