There is something about someone sitting across from you in dead silence without giving you the encouragement of a “right” or “mm-hmm” that makes people’s brain scramble for more words, and just like in the essay portion of a test, the more you talk the more apparent it becomes that you have no idea what you’re even saying.
It’s no secret that trans women love pickles. It’s science you guys. Our hormones make it so we don’t absorb sodium as well as other people, at least I think that’s true. That’s what I tell my friends, anyway.
“Once in college I ate popcorn for seven straight meals. That’s over two days of nothing but popcorn.”
I’m not crying because I’m cutting onions. I’m crying because I’m thinking about how beautiful onions are.
This build-in-glass classic breaks all the rules and is super easy and it comes with a bit of esoteric knowledge in case a bartender starts a pissing contest with you.
Put some Cheetos in a bag and smash them with a hammer. Stomp them with your combat boots. Run them over with your car. Engage in some mindful meditation and journal about how you’re feeling now.
They’re not girlfriends, they’re just a toasted trio of flakes, twigs and granola cereal!
After a long day of existing, nothing makes me feel better than a warm oversized bowl of warm noods. Maybe you feel the same? Well have I got a list for you.
Fuck elegance and effort; sometimes you just want to hunker down and watch Crazy Ex-Girlfriend with a sugar drink.
Official rankings of five influential boxed wines from a Boxed Wine and Artisan Women-Made Cheese Tasting I conducted at a recent Autostraddle event.
From jelly “the colour of sadness” to giant cakes and turtle soup, I’ve got a menu you’ll probably want to replicate at home while your cat screams into a pillow.
Start the year off right — by learning how to make a classic margarita recipe.
Chocolate Mousse tastes WAY better without sedatives.
There’s nothing like a bunch of dazzling desserts to distract you from the hellscape that is our collective future!
Christmas Day sees the last episodes of the Bake Off as we know it; let’s see it off into the dark night together.
I’m ready to take back the heritage that is so rightfully ours, and one way I’m going to do that is by homebrewing my own goddamn beer. With my girlfriend. And her cat. Please join us.
The performance of luxury is more important to me than ever. Plus you can channel your anger into rimming a glass.
People would love to thank you for these delicious gifts but their mouths are full right now, sorry.
Affordable, functional options for people who binge-watch Chopped regularly!