Good feelings gone.

Via The Frisky: Ghostbusters Star Leslie Jones Leaves Twitter After Racist And Misogynistic Abuse.

Facebook foul

New rule: You don’t get to say you miss me because I haven’t been on Facebook. That’s not how life works. I have a phone. Email. Texting. We have cars. There’s no reason for you to lament not being in touch with me if you want to be.

If a Facebook break is what makes you say you miss me, I don’t believe you do. If I miss you, I talk to you. I don’t wait for you to spoon-feed me carefully edited bits of your life in a stream of 200 other people I don’t care about enough to keep in real touch with. No.

I am more wary of saying “I miss you” than saying “I love you,” which is probably fucked up. I love lots of people, but rarely miss any. I miss, like, five people, sometimes, and then I make an effort to interact with them. It’s not that hard. At all.

Mensemantics.

I say “I have PMS” even when I’m actually menstruating and it’s no longer “pre.” Because what else is there?

“I have MS?”

That’s fucked up.