Twenty-Five Pounds of Self-Hatred

“Throughout my whole life, I have been looking at the skin folds on my belly…and quietly hating my body…The fact that I am not a supermodel who advertises panties for Victoria’s Secret made me choose a world of chicken burgers and chocolate buns”

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People in Class Who Annoy Me

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…

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In Defense of Scheduling Sex

I remember when I was young, innocent, naïve, and fresh out of Catholic school, with my grand delusions of love and men and spontaneous sex, possibly partially fueled by reading the endlessly illicit Fifty Shades of Gray. Oh to be young! Oh to be tossed recklessly over the shoulder of a beautiful man with an…

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