Not to gross you out here but the first thing I did this morning was run to the bathroom and vom.

And someone was eating an egg sandwich at the office and that made me wanna vom too.

Maybe I’m pregnant with god’s child. Or maybe I got pregnant from going in a hot tub with strange men this weekend. Ha. Remember when you were in highschool and you thought you could get pregnant from just, like, sitting on a guy’s lap? Ummm, yeah, me neither.

Anyhoo, more hot tub stories later. I must go to the bathroom again.

Oh, but I’ll leave you with these two gems. If you’re feeling depressed about your life and your job it’s because you’re a narcissist! You should just kill yourself.

Read all about it here.

And Radar mag assembled a list of misogynistic movies. Um, I went to a Seven Sister school and I like most of the movies on the list. And does going to a women’s college qualify me as an expert on feminism? Well, if I had to endure years of Virginia Woolf and Our Bodies, Ourselves–then, yes.

C’mon, Superbad? Fuck you and feminism. Bridget Jones Diary? I know all the lines. Instead of analyzing the problematic depiction of women in films we should just shutup.

You can read it here. This list makes me wanna vom too.