Tinder Mason requested my friendship on Facebook. I accepted, assuming he was one of the many men I had met at our mutual friend's recent birthday. That assumption was incorrect.
Republicans who don't believe in climate change were in holy hell last week, as Pope Francis made an earth shattering statement on the issue.
Google thinks it's so great. That it's the best search engine in the world. Then why can it not answer any of my simplest, most pressing questions?
The politeness that would make a real difference in my life, and I suspect a lot of people's, wouldn't come via the USPS or through the other Buzzfeed suggestions. It would be on the road.
Remember when you were 14 and your mom made you stop saying "like" 127 times a day? Fine, we'll admit it: She was right.
And then it happened. On the Fourth of July, while fireworks lit up the sky, popping and crackling in the air, my dad's internal organs opened up with explosives of their own. Our family cheers rivaled those of the partygoers on the street.