The 7 Worst Assumptions Men Make About Women

I honestly feel badly for people who think this, because they are clearly missing out.
I honestly feel badly for people who think this, because they are clearly missing out.
Found on AskReddit. 1. P.Diddy. I briefly worked as a cleaner/server/skivvy in P. Diddy/Sean Comb’s house in East Hampton when I was a teenager. He was a huge douche, sadly.
Someone with whom we just “click.” Someone who we’d still be friends with even if the romantic element were gone.
The problem with the new motivational mantra is that the notion of comparing ourselves to Beyoncé is – what’s the word? – total horse s*%t.
Sometimes it’s just good to talk AT someone even if they are, by all intents and purposes, a completely objective third party observer with absolutely no personal interest in the matter.
It is the city that is always one step ahead of the game, going non-stop 24/7 in its quest to dominate the world stage.
Here’s an inspirational travel quote for each week of the year (plus one for good measure) to keep you dreaming of exotic lands.
The first picture is of the dog. The second is a selfie of a pretty girl with full cheeks and choppy hair. “Looks like Jennifer Lawrence,” I think.
It takes a lot for a person to make you feel uncomfortable, as you’ve spent at least 18 years witnessing and interacting with the craziest of the crazies.
Life is like this sometimes: you meet someone, you fall in love, things don’t work out, you break-up, you heal, then you meet someone, you fall in love, and so on and so forth.
The thing is, the more you prolong the break up, the more bitter you will both become, and the more the inevitable split is going to hurt.
I still don’t know what you’re supposed to do with a child when you want to spend 48 solid hours in bed watching Netflix.
You don’t need to ‘Nurture Dependence’ by calling her house and pretending to be a murderer or rapist, most girls start to become unwittingly dependent just through text conversations alone.
The usual body-shaming, unrealistic beauty ideals, and the Cult of Perpetual Superficial Betterment all come together in a New Years media fury of headlines aimed at telling you what’s wrong with your body, how to fix it, and how much happier you’ll be once you do.
Unless you can wow me with an awesome trick, like stashing coins in your beard or growing goji berries in it, I want it GONE.