Basically my vagina is a superhero.

Not sure what it says about me that I wore a Wonder Woman t-shirt to my gyno appointment, but I’m amused by it either way.

This vat of popcorn is FOR FEMINISM.

For the motherfucking SISTERHOOD, people! (And also because it looks like it’s gonna be badass.)

Ew, gross, I think I just had a positive emotion…

I just saw this photo on Twitter and it made me happy in a way I don’t even fully understand. 💕

This covers it nicely.

Wonder Woman’s gonna wonder who my boobs even think they’re kidding.

It’s adorable how I just ordered this as if, even in its largest size, it will ever EVER even fit right, let alone function as a sports bra. #HeavyBoobs

SPLOOSH.

BRB. Worshiping.

Via Jennifer Weiner’s Facebook page:

Fighting crime in dainty underthings and fuck-me boots

I wore knee-high boots and no pants (a dress) today, which means I’ve spent much of my day thus far pretending to be Wonder Woman.

Fun with double standards

I enjoy being a woman. Because I was just thinking, I’d be a little miffed if a guy texted me and said: “I know we were supposed to have a date tonight. But what do you say we just hang out at my place, you do naughty things to me, and then we can order pizza?”

Coming from a woman, though, I think that would make me a hero. Like Wonder Woman. But without that troublesome cockblocking panty.