By Sophia DuRose The Fake Epistemologist If I hear the words, “we have to unpack the intersectionality of this experience,” one more time there is going to be some intersectionality between my foot and her ass. I’m guessing she lives in an apartment with her freshman roommate, though they’ve since drifted slightly apart and she…

The first in a series of posts explaining why the columnists of Yikes choose to write. After all, it can be an exhausting and unrewarding experience. But we love it.