He wasn’t trying to turn her on. — I see a lot of people making fun of Adam Levine’s super cringe sexting…with good cause. Let’s see some of these: “I may need to see the booty” “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk” “Watching your ass jiggle on that table will permanently scar me” “I’d do anything for it. …

Because apparently, people already are! — If you can’t join the mile-high club, you can do the next best thing: Watch porn in an airport bathroom while trying to ensure none of your luggage touches the floor. CamSoda released data revealing which U.S. airports are watching the most porn. The top category: lesbian. So would you…

May everything he says come true. — “One day, you’ll be 40, and you won’t have a husband or kids, and you’ll be all alone with your cats.” “Promise?” “One day, you’ll have a ton of money and designer clothes and you’ll have traveled all over the world, but you’ll be in a big empty house all…

An oncology nurse confirms what I’ve seen in my life — When you’re a woman who wants to be single, someone will inevitably bring up sickness. Who will take care of you when you’re sick? Well, the answer is…your husband might just leave you anyway. I have long seen this in my own life, and suspected it. …

Do we dig in our heels, or change our art? — I saw an article today that aggravated me, and I’m still trying to unwrap why. It’s this article on Kesha’s lyrics from 2010’s “Cannibal.” The song references the infamous serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer, who has obviously been receiving a lot more attention since the popular Netflix series came out. (I…

An update on my wellness quest. — First of all, none of this is medical advice, just my personal journey. Eight months ago, I was having dizzy spells and strange headaches. I thought maybe it could be due to long Covid…maybe it was, who knows. …

First it was all my fault: I was the crazy one. When he yelled and threatened to hit me and I stared off into space, he made fun of my stare and got in my face. This memory is in third person. …

You don’t “let” me do anything. — Stop congratulating yourself. Stop calling yourself a nice guy. Stop saying you’re better because you “let” me wear what I want. Stop comparing yourself to abusers to make yourself look and feel good. You don’t “let” me do anything. My freedom is not a treat you give to me, like…