One thing I hate about being a woman is you can’t just hook up with guys you meet online. You have to analyze every interaction to guess if they’re the kind that might rape you, or murder you and throw you in a ditch. And if they do, you’re a big slutty moron because what were you thinking, going to a guy’s house just to fuck him? You expected it to be NSA and fun and consensual? Mwahahaha, nope. It will never be that simple for you.
I was feeling really down about being home alone on Saturday night until I looked out my window and saw two apartments lit up across the way and people being alone in them too. It made me feel better.
God, I love the city.
How come Beyoncé wears crystal-studded leotards, 6” heels and fishnets, but she dresses Blue Ivy, her baby, in regular baby clothes? It really makes you think.
How come Beyoncé chooses to drink alcohol but doesn’t have Blue Ivy drink it? Why is Blue Ivy always being carried around? Why is she so short?