She told me she is pregnant. I don’t really feel anything. I mean, I get it but … whatever. Shouldn’t I feel some emotions?
Don’t worry. You will.
I love my boyfriend but when he’s really drunk he’s kind of a dick to me. What do I do?
Don’t put up with it.
Is the Myers–Briggs personality test bullshit? It strikes me as a fancier way of asking people what their “sign” is.
Myers-Briggs is pop-psych candy, but technically it’s a psychometric instrument. It’s a blunt tool, and it’s totally subjective, but at least it actually measures something. (I’m not endorsing it. I’m just saying that it’s not as bad as astrology.)
Have you changed your mind about emojis yet?
Reluctantly, yes. I recognize their cultural and semiotic relevance. I’m still judgy about people who use them constantly and without wit, but I’ve come to accept emojis as part of our digital vocabulary.
I never want to be the type of person who doubts a woman’s word, but Farrah Abraham is such a duplicitous attention whore- can her accusation really be as authentic as Stoya, Joanna Angel, et al?
I’m 22, I have 10k in my savings account and no debt. What should I do with it?
Not a goddamn thing. Save your fucking money. You’ll know when it’s time to spend it.
I’m starting to think that boys are pretty much the same everywhere and that none of them will ever be The One. Am I wrong?
Do you want to get married someday?
I don’t care whether I get married, but I’d like to find a life partner or two.
I no longer enjoy your comments section. It’s the same couple of people talking the exact same shit.
Get in there and fuck some shit up.