I’m done entertaining fake-smart, loud, middle-aged nonsense; my bullshit radar never misses.
Well, darlings, the “27s” have finally been retired from my life. You know, the ones who peaked at 27 and never evolved… still clinging to outdated politics and pretending to…
A bitchy love letter to evolution: ditching the tired word “gay,” reclaiming Two-Spirit power, dragging anti-intellectual “anti-woke” nonsense, and reminding us we were born this way. The backlash is temporary.…
A bitchy, unapologetic atheist rant skewering “thoughts and prayers,” organized Christianity, and intellectual laziness. A sharp-tongued celebration of curiosity, science, and personal power—because God isn’t doing the work. Humans are.…
A sober, unapologetic takedown of Galveston’s Mardi Gras—aka Mardi Gross. A weeklong parade of booze, bad decisions, questionable fashion, and even worse smells. Surviving it without drinking deserves applause… or…
A night of awkward hugs, overpriced pasta, minimal décor, and joyless complaints—proof that not every party deserves confetti, but every one deserves commentary.