"One Tweet Destroys the Stanford Rapist’s Dad’s Disgusting Defense of His Son"

I'll just leave this here.

One Tweet Destroys the Stanford Rapist’s Dad’s Disgusting Defense of His Son

A woman's right to shoes/"It's blamin' men, hallelujah!"

One more on last night's yoga class:

It was all women in the class, and at one point the instructor had us rotate our ankles, because "a lot of your acupressure points for hormonal issues are in your ankles. Makes sense, doesn't it? No wonder we have those issues, men make us wear those high heels!"

Ahem.

1. You don't even wear high heels, Hippie, I can tell. You wear Birkenstocks if you wear shoes at all. You just walk around on a groovy hemp-based cloud.

2. No man has ever MADE me wear anything. I wear heels because I'm 2 feet tall and chubby, so if and when I CHOOSE put on heels, I'm taller, and my legs and ass look AMAZING, and they add bonus sway to my Olivia Pope strut. Do I wear heels to attract men by tricking them into thinking I'm sexy? Absolutely. But they don't MAKE me. (And yeah, I know I've been raised by male-controlled media to think all this is true, but...I mean, it's true. Heels make me feel sexy and bad-ass. Blow me, Birkenstock.)

3. Ever leave heels on for a guy? That right there is how you get pancakes after.

#HellOnHeels

A woman's right to shoes/"It's blamin' men, hallelujah!"

One more on last night's yoga class:

It was all women in the class, and at one point she had us rotate our ankles, because "a lot of your acupressure points for hormonal issues are in your ankles. Makes sense, doesn't it? No wonder we have those issues, men make us wear those high heels!"

Ahem.

1. You don't even wear high heels, Hippie, I can tell. You wear Birkenstocks if you wear shoes at all. You just walk around on a groovy hemp-based cloud.

2. No man has ever MADE me wear anything. I wear heels because I'm 2 feet tall and chubby, so if and when I CHOOSE put on heels, I'm taller, and my legs and ass look AMAZING, and they add bonus sway to my Olivia Pope strut. Do I wear heels to attract men by tricking them into thinking I'm sexy? Absolutely. But they don't MAKE me. (And yeah, I know I've been raised by male-controlled media to think all this is true, but...I mean, it's true. Heels make me feel sexy and bad-ass. Blow me, Birkenstock.)

3. Ever leave heels on for a guy? That right there is how you get pancakes after.

#HellOnHeels

"Against Kerry Washington, you will lose."

I read Self magazine because I applaud the bold, innovative way they've cleverly shortened the title from Self-Loathing.

But also, the latest cover model is Kerry Washington, who is my personal Jesus. And in the interview, she says she begins her day by drinking a liter of water with lemon and doing pilates. (Or, after a liter of water, pee-lates, I can only assume.)

Today I was thinking about how I started my morning:

"Well, Self, I swore out loud at the alarm clock and hit 'snooze' 86 times. I hoisted myself out of bed angrily and fumbled around naked looking for an outfit, anything that fits because I'm never sure anymore. And then I shoved Lexapro and two types of OTC drugs into my sinus-infection-addled face with a Dixie cup of tap water from the bathroom sink, followed by an enormous vat of coffee, and now I am finally, but still barely, able to face humanity."

This is why they don't let me talk to the media. And why Kerry Washington never returns my calls.