Couldn’t the consistently shitty foundation of almost everything we are and live with be some kind of necessary substructure of checks and balances? Like, a carefully evolutionary-ed trias politica, in the interest of maintaining a relatively stable...
2012 was a year of so much girl-ness (fine, fine, woman-ness too) that all 12 months have been kind of pulsing with hot purple blood and Y-shaped wisdom, you know? (“Wysdom”)
Let the spirit of Secular-Shopping-and-Disordered-Eatingmas move you! Boys, buy us stuff. Buy us so much stuff! Girls too, for sure. Girls, buy us stuff! Consider the economics of girldom and you will be moved!
The Girls’ Guide to Winter: Gettin’ Cozytime-Cozykins from November to Eternity Featuring Cuddle-Ups and Boy Talk Around a Mythic Raging Fire
That it gets dark at noon or w/e is of less consequence when you think about winter as a Laplandian fairytale (Lapland is like Narnia but without all the stuff) instead of something brutalist and immovable and boring.
Can we take five fucking minutes to revel in the post-Tuesday-ness of this week and be all IT’S THE BEST!-ish about it?
Kate Carraway counsels the confused on social media response times, "comfort sex" (ick), women being complicit in enforcing systems of shame and insecurity, socks and sandals (ick again), coffee, Kitty Pryde, F buddies, and other girl stuff.
So, I read all of the questions you sent through Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, and email for this special “Girlsplaining” (a.k.a. Q&A) edition of Girl News, deleted the redundant or annoying questions (and the overlong, nonsense questions, like, are you...
Everybody tells me their secrets, and I keep them, but MY big secret is that it’s not because I’m so rock-solid about anything, it’s just that I am half-retarded and fully preoccupied with like anything and everything else and just fucking forget.
You might be thinking, "Hate is a very strong word." I think hearing this from the other summer camp junior-associate-bitches on the tennis court is what made me who I am today.