What doesn't kill you makes you Sonia.
Mishna Wolff's I'm Down talks about her experience growing up in a poor, predominantly black neighborhood with her single father, a white man who genuinely believed he was black. Wolff's insecurities as an "uncool white girl" will have you in stitches.—Submitted by Neda C., Facebook
In his 1920s work Psychological Types, Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung popularized the terms "introverted" and "extroverted" describing personality types. Introverts recharge by spending time alone, and they lose energy if they're around people for long periods. Extroverts, on the other hand, gain strength from social interactions and actually exhaust themselves if they're alone. Both of these types have their good and their less perfect qualities, so there's no point in arguing which side would win in the Introvert VS. Extrovert battle.
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What doesn't kill you makes you Sonia.
What doesn't kill you makes you Sonia.
What doesn't kill you makes you Sonia.
Catch-22 is really funny... for the first couple hundred pages. Past that point, it starts to wear a bit thin. I know Heller was probably Making A Point with all the circular reasoning and repetition, but the point was well-made pretty early on.
Blogger Marcia Kester Doyle tells it like it is and nothing is off limits. Who Stole My Spandex? is a witty selection of stories from Doyle's madcap world of menopausal pitfalls, wardrobe malfunctions, and a family full of pranksters. This clever compilation includes laugh-out-loud pieces like \"Queen of Klutz,\" \"One Size Fits None,\" and \"Hands off my Egg Roll!\" From couples' colonoscopies to nightmare holidays to disappearing spandex, no topic-no matter how crazy or unimaginable-is too taboo. With a heavy dose of self-deprecating humor, and a dash of sentiment, this marvelous collection of anecdotes will resonate with anyone who's ever felt the call of nature at exactly the wrong time. Welcome to the nuthouse that Marcia Kester Doyle calls home.
Ah, Italians. They gave us pizza, Leonardo da Vinci, fantastic wine, oh, and Western civilization! We have a lot to thank this Southern European nation for. Here at Bored Panda, we’re doing it the only way we know how—with funny Italian jokes!
Ah, Italians. They gave us pizza, Leonardo da Vinci, fantastic wine, oh, and Western civilization! We have a lot to thank this Southern European nation for. Here at Bored Panda, we’re doing it the only way we know how—with funny Italian jokes!
It's the end of the world as we know it, and the Antichrist is nowhere to be found. Pratchett and Gaiman make for a hysterical tag team, parodying everything from religion to Elvis.
The Fried Twinkie Manifesto reveals Ryan Moehring's irreverent wit, covering stories like getting busted for pickpocketing in Mexico, to solving biblical foreskin mysteries. Many have compared Moehring's wild imagination to Sedaris and his wisdom to Vonnegut. —Submitted by crabbyabby
Ah, Italians. They gave us pizza, Leonardo da Vinci, fantastic wine, oh, and Western civilization! We have a lot to thank this Southern European nation for. Here at Bored Panda, we’re doing it the only way we know how—with funny Italian jokes!
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Some people may say your stupid and that's because they don't know what you're doing.
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If the famous babies 'n' flowers photographer finally grew up...
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Click here to see video I thought this viral video was pretty funny with just the cat patty cake thing going on. But then the cats start talking and takes it to a new level. A couple of guys found t…
i really like this wojak he doesnt even look like one, hes just a guy lost in the music to me, its so beautiful
Ah, Italians. They gave us pizza, Leonardo da Vinci, fantastic wine, oh, and Western civilization! We have a lot to thank this Southern European nation for. Here at Bored Panda, we’re doing it the only way we know how—with funny Italian jokes!
"Dudes be tryna bend you all crazy during sex, like calm down before I fart."
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In his 1920s work Psychological Types, Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung popularized the terms "introverted" and "extroverted" describing personality types. Introverts recharge by spending time alone, and they lose energy if they're around people for long periods. Extroverts, on the other hand, gain strength from social interactions and actually exhaust themselves if they're alone. Both of these types have their good and their less perfect qualities, so there's no point in arguing which side would win in the Introvert VS. Extrovert battle.
Me: wow this is fucked up. Vagina: idk it's kinda hot.
From Bustle columnist and Twitter sensation Sophia Benoit, this "charming and often laugh-out-loud funny" (Vogue) memoir-in-essays explores the ins and outs of modern womanhood--from finding feminism, the power of pop culture, and how to navigate life's constant double standards--perfect for fans of Shrill and PEN15.Like so many women, Sophia spent her formative years struggling to do the "right" thing--to make others comfortable, to take minimal and calculated risks, to live up to society's expectations--only to realize that there was so little payoff to this tiresome balancing act. Tired of trying so hard, Sophia finally let go of the crushing pressure to be perfect. She navigates the highs and lows of the dating world (high: being a beta tester for Bumble; low: hastily shaving her legs before a hotel hookup and getting blood all over the sheets), and walks the line between being a "chill" girl and making sure her boyfriend's nonchalance about altitude sickness doesn't get him killed. She learns what it means to be a feminist, how to embrace her own voice, and when to listen to women who have been through more and have been doing the work longer. With topics ranging from how to be the life of the party (even when you have crippling anxiety), to an ill-fated consultation with a dietician who deemed Sophia's overindulgence in ketchup a serious health risk, to a masterful argument for why no one should judge you for having an encyclopedic knowledge of reality TV, Well, This Is Exhausting is not only "one of the funniest books you'll read this year, but it's also one of the most important" (Shondaland). Product DetailsISBN-13: 9781982151942 Media Type: Paperback Publisher: Gallery Books Publication Date: 06-28-2022 Pages: 352 Product Dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.30(h) x 0.90(d)About the Author Sophia Benoit is a writer and comedian who grew up in Missouri and was correctly voted “Most Likely to Never Come Back.” She writes sex and relationship advice for Bustle and GQ and has had bylines in Allure, Refinery29, The Cut, The Guardian, and more. Sophia does not have an MFA from anywhere, and probably isn’t going back to grad school, much to the chagrin of her father. She lives in Los Angeles with her boyfriend Dave, but usually only spouses make it into author bios, so forget about him.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt Bless You, Brendan Fraser Like most people, I experienced my sexual awakening during the horse scene of the award-nominated film George of the Jungle (1997). If you don’t know the scene, let me explain: Leslie Mann takes Brendan Fraser—whose body is BANGIN’ HOT and whose long hair is LUSTROUS—to her ritzy engagement party to another man, Thomas Haden Church. George/Brendan is wearing an impeccably tailored (for the ’90s) suit, which is already enough to get anyone’s engine (vagina) going, but then he leaves the party to go hang out outside with animals (relatable as hell). He climbs into a pen with some horses that are on the property, because rich people always have horses, and he starts running around with them like he’s in a horny perfume ad. Naturally, all the hot single women at the party come watch this sexy display. A couple of men scoff and ask, “What is it with chicks and horses?” which is a valid, if sexist, observation. I maintain this is the first time in cinema that women’s sexuality was fully understood. It can be no coincidence that Sex and the City premiered the following year, building off what GotJ had already laid down. I was only about four or five when I first saw this movie, and yes, that does feel young for me to have my sexual awakening, but it’s never too early to get horny. After I saw this magnificent film, I was destined to be thirsty forevermore. Actually, I don’t know how much it has to do with Brendan Fraser; I was just a horny kid. Strictly speaking, when GotJ came out, I was already getting in trouble for masturbating during nap time at preschool, even though I had no idea what I was doing. I was just humping things constantly, which is a fairly normal thing for kids to do, it turns out. I didn’t know that, though. It’s not like you can tell a four-year-old that it’s normal to want to hump things but that they can’t because of society’s complex, horrid relationship with sex. I eventually got the message that I wasn’t supposed to be jerking off in public, even though no one really explained it to me. What I did glean from the adults around me was that there was supposed to be shame around whatever it was that I did before bed every night; I often tried to quit. I would go weeks or months, proud of myself for having given up my nightly ritual, only to relapse. This was not long after Dr. Joycelyn Elders, the first Black surgeon general of the United States, was asked to resign after saying that masturbation was “part of human sexuality.” In 1994, by Bill Clinton. The famously sexually appropriate president. When I was about thirteen, my mom sat me down for the number one most mortifying conversation of my life and informed me that what I had been doing every night since I was a child was masturbating and that that’s what sex felt like. I, of course, was fucking pissed. That’s it? That’s what sex is like? What a total scam! Here I thought I had another cool thing to experience on the horizon, but nope! I’d already been doing it since preschool. Seeing my disappointment at this, my mother assured me that sex would be so much better because it was with another person, and I rolled my eyes and was like, Yeah, fucking right, Mom. There’s no way anyone knows how to do this better than I do. And for the most part, I have been right about that. Sex has rarely been better—or at least more reliable or easier—than masturbating, in my personal experience. Another total scam. I didn’t grow up in a household that shunned sexuality. There used to be a magazine rack at my dad’s house that held dozens of magazines; I believe my dad and stepmom had it custom-made since my dad subscribed to so many. There was one magazine that was on the rack that I loved. It had Tyra Banks on the cover, topless, with her long hair covering her boobs. The cover said, “Tyra, please pull back your hair.” I would often sneak into the living room when no one was around to look at it. I remember a pinup calendar in my dad’s basement office that featured a naked woman wrapped in cellophane for December (she’s an object—get it?). I remember December because that calendar stayed up on the wall in the basement for years after my father moved his office up to the attic. Only once did I work up the courage to take the calendar off the wall and peek at the other months before setting it back to December. My mother, for her part, was even less of a prude. In a hyperrational move typical of her, my mom never minded sex scenes in movies, as long as there wasn’t violence; at age ten I saw my first R-rated movie, Love Actually, where we see quite a bit of Martin Freeman and Joanna Page (at least there are no guns). When my older sister Lena and I asked what sex was when I was about six, Mom calmly explained (in an age-appropriate way) about bodies and babies. She never found sex repulsive or embarrassing. She wasn’t crossing weird boundaries with Lena and me or anything; she was just clear that safe sex isn’t a big deal. No one in my house was selling the lie that sex ought to be shameful, but I still got the message anyway. You can’t live in America and not get the message that sex is wrong. I got it from the way movies were screened for children and what we were allowed to talk about at recess, and most of all, I think, I understood sex is shameful because of the general silence and discomfort around the topic. Children have a keen sense of what is Not to Be Discussed. On top of the normal American puritanical shit, I had another reason to feel disgust with my sexual appetite: I was fat. And in my filled-with-internalized-fatphobia-mind, fat people—especially fat teens—were not allowed to be sexual. When I saw Hairspray in theaters with a group of my size 0 friends, I remember burning with resentment that Carly Wooldridge loved the movie. She wasn’t fat! A movie starring an overweight and horny teenage girl?! This movie was mine. I bought the soundtrack immediately simply to express to everyone that I liked the movie more than Carly did; unfortunately, she already owned the CD and no one else was keeping score. She was obsessed with Zac Efron, and I with the idea that a fat teenager could be attractive to someone as hot as Zac Efron. The relationship between Tracy and Link in the movie was the ultimate fantasy for me. Unfortunately, in real life, perhaps because I didn’t end segregation on my local TV station or have an amazing singing voice—not that either of those things would have likely impressed the guys at my school—I was destined to be alone. This was a particularly heartbreaking prospect since I was constantly in love with and wildly horny for everyone around me. My father similarly grew up a fat kid and as such placed an oversize importance on people being attracted to him. I don’t think he’s been single-single—like not dating anyone—since he lost weight at nineteen. His best friend Jim once commented, “I don’t think he’d be like this if he’d just been asked to one Sadie Hawkins dance.” And I think Jim’s right, both about my father and about me. The longer I went without getting sexual attention, the more I got into watching and reading about it, and the media I was consuming only reinforced the belief that I needed to be thinner in order for someone to ever want me. There is something about youth, at least as we see youth in media, that promises sexual experiences, even if they be rushed and unsatisfying, and when you don’t get those experiences, you feel like a FREAK. This is especially true for women. There is no shortage of messages, both explicit and implicit, screaming at you that the most sexually desirable
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