Welcome to the female gaze, mf'ers.
There are no “yes or no” answers on health care.
Today’s rage stroke brought to you by the Wall Street Journal.
Yes, bitch, yes! Fly, you bad mother f***er!
Nope, but let’s talk about why.
NO. I DID NOT MEDITATE TODAY.
Inside a costume you might hate is a woman you can love.
Brett Kavanaugh is a human cactus.
Prepare your snapping fingers.
Was I invited or just allowed?
He passed at 11:05 pm. I hadn’t realized I’d been waiting up for him.
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.