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When I went to the prom, my date pulled out my chair and opened all the doors for me, which is not how I want to live my life, but was cute because we were kids at the prom. More
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When I went to the prom, my date pulled out my chair and opened all the doors for me, which is not how I want to live my life, but was cute because we were kids at the prom. More
Someone once Tweeted, ”Yelp.com: explore where local illiterates have recently stopped eating.”
If you are one of the many people who find Yelp to be a source of valuable information (not in the social anthropology sense), however, you may be receptive to this new Lulu app, which is to men as Yelp is to restaurants. All you need is a Facebook profile confirming your femaleness and you can go on Lulu and review exes, crushes, hook-ups, current loves, friends and relatives. Like meat, but with abs. More
After college, reclaiming the word ‘bitch’ seems be less about accepting strong and powerful women, and more about excusing bad behavior. More
Apparently the mayor of Triberg, Germany thinks your uterus interferes with your hand-eye coordination. More
So apparently ladies crying in public is a cool new thing. Sorry friends, your splotchiness isn’t cute. More
What? That isn’t a gender stereotype you want to support? How convenient for you. More
I don’t know about you, but I’ve reached the point now where I think in Facebook status updates. “Too much pumpkin pie in the house!,” I imagine emblazoned across the top of my profile, as I plunge a fork directly into the heart of a pastry. “Good thing I have my dog to tell me it’s 5:00!,” I opine in my head, as the day draws to a close with the sound of a bark.
It’s these kinds of thoughtful meanderings that have left me considering how many Facebook status updates no one gives a shit about — and the answer is, most of them. More