Growing up, I always felt sexiness was something reserved for thin people. Stripping helped change that.
They ended up being kinda painful, and one of them made me pee.
National Singles Day is this weekend. I'll definitely be celebrating.
"Believe women, cool. But actually care about women?"
If a love story like the one depicted in the film happened to me, I’d consider it a legitimate nightmare.
The Netflix special questioned the nature of standup as an art form, forcing many people to ask themselves uncomfortable questions.
I was recently ghosted by yet another guy. It got me to thinking that maybe I'm the problem?