Science just validated my navel-gazing.

Check it out, y'all, I'm not even a narcissist. This blog is for SCIENCE.

Via Inc.com: The Mental Health Benefits of Writing, Backed by Science:

That's actually how the page started, as ersatz breakup therapy -- I thought I could just write my way sane. As it turns out, I needed REAL therapy, but am still a filthy whore for those red "like" notifications, and it definitely helps, so I kept it up. Along with a private journal. And a Twitter. And a new blog where I work clean so I can put it on my résumé.

Don't judge me. "I just have a lot of feelings."

Tragedy Circlejerk, Round #376

Post-tragedy checklist:

• Add overlay to profile photos
• Tweet "Thoughts and prayers"
• Create hashtags
• Watch 24/7 reports of speculation with no information
• Snipe at each other online
• Observe powers that be pondering publicly if THIS will be the one that prompts action
• Wait for next tragedy

"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

Let's talk about sex.

I can't go to this class, but you should:   

"It's finally time to find out everything about sex you wish you'd been taught in school. It's never too late to learn how to make sex better, the ways our bodies function, STIs, birth control, and much more. Come ready with an open mind and lots of questions, and leave feeling confident with knowledge you can use."

Here's the instructor's Twitter. She's pretty badass, and also one of my favorite people.

And as long I'm pimpin', do you follow me? You totally should. I'm kind of adorable.  

Walking around naked. Like ya do.

The other day, my amazing friend* ran a body confidence class at the sex shoppe (yep, shoppe). For "homework," she assigned us to go home and spend an hour naked, checking out our bodies, noting the good, disregarding the bad, and just getting comfortable seeing them.

So I just emailed her and said, "Just letting you know I'm walking around naked. Carry on."

Not gonna lie, I'm NOTICING the bad. ("Really? Those are my boobs? Huh...") But overall, I'm kind of adorable.

Also, the heat in my house is up to like 80 degrees because brrrrr.

Also, I may have strange friendships. But they're the best.

* FYI, the friend is the lovely and talented Yvette St. James, and you should follow her on Twitter and attend all her classes because they're super fun and informative.

Straight pimpin'

I've posted this before, but it's been a while, and new people are here (!!!). So here's a list of all the platforms this blog lives on, in case you want to follow something different.

• Facebook
• WordPress (There's a "follow" button on the bottom right of the page, and I THINK that means you get each post emailed to you. You lucky duck!) 
• Twitter (It auto-tweets links to WordPress.)
• Instagram
• Tumblr (Auto-posts from WordPress.)
• Aaand in case you’re old-school, LIVEJOURNAL: (That’s right. Because I CARE. Though it seems LJ skipped a whole month of posts, but hopefully I just fixed that.)

*gasp* I. Just. Peed. A little.

Pimpin' ain't easy.

Is #FF still a thing? #FollowFriday? You kids today and your Internets, I can't keep up.

But just in case you don't feel like you follow me on enough platforms, here's an updated list.

• Facebook
• Twitter
• Tumblr
• Wordpress
• Instagram
• Aaand in case you're Amish, LIVEJOURNAL. (That's right. Because I care.)