
Am I making this up? I feel like every time someone uses the word “hobo” to mean “homeless person,” somebody else has to climb up on their high horse and don their semantics cap and start getting highfalutin all over town about how “a hobo is someone who rides the rails in the Great Depression…”

I watched 146 minutes of Sex and the City 2, and all I got was this religious fundamentalism.

The Stranger Gets a Press Release for a Gathering in a Red Tent Honoring Women and Their Menstrual Cycles and Sends Lindy West and Her Womb to Investigate.

This is my body. It is MINE. I am not ashamed of it. In fact, I love everything about it. Men find it attractive. Clothes look awesome on it. My brain rides around in it all day and comes up with funny jokes.