My needs are simple, but very specific.

One of my dating matches asked about my “guilty pleasure” entertainment choices, and aside from “I never feel guilty about pleasure,” which just sounds filthy in a way I’m not yet going for… I dunno, I’m pretty open about the lame shit I like. I’m not trying to make a guy go to a Pistol Annies show with me, or watch “Jane the Virgin,” or go see “Legally Blonde: the Musical” the 47 more times I’M totally gonna go see it before it leaves Philly. I don’t need you for that.

I mean, I AM gonna need you to like John Mulaney so I know you’re not a goddamn soulless monster, but I don’t feel guilty about that at all. A lady has to have standards, sir.

Also, make sure there’s a good prize inside.

Amanda Seales on dating:

“I’m a grown-up woman. I’m lookin’ at every dick like the side of a cereal box — I wanna know your nutritional value. Are you exceeding my daily recommended dose of fuckboi?”

If you haven’t watched this, you should.

“He’s Just Not That Into Taco Dragons.”

My friend texted me a photo of these cute dragon/dinosaur taco stands she saw on Amazon, and…

Re-blogging The Onion

Via The Onion: Increasing Number Of Men Pressured To Accept Realistic Standards Of Female Beauty.