Talking shit about your "friends" on the internet should be endorsed by the American Psychological Association -- it's a great sanity check.
I bumped into the shaming couple in the third world club the other night. They asked one simple question. They didn't like my answer.
Let's make a list of shit that better happen or we go all Yellow Vests like the French.
It was the one day of the year when the people of Tucson whispered "winter is coming" and dug in their closets to find their one dust-covered windbreaker.
Fresh on the heels of my Body Shaming by Kate, her two best "friends" found a way to pick on my face.