It’s a very long time since I last wrote to you on the blob – am sorry about that! As Daddy told you Eddie died, and of course everyone was very sad. 540 more words
I recently listened to a podcast episode by The Guilty Feminist titled ‘Anger’. Sofie, one of the two intelligent and hilarious hosts of the show, went into a story about how she had been told by a man, upon telling him not to touch her after he had drunkenly embraced her in front of an array of people, replied something along the lines of, “I can touch you if I want to touch you,” and he continued to do so before deciding he was ready to release her. 809 more words
Move aside Mary Jane, and make way for Molly.
Once associated primarily with weed, hip hop has cozied up to a party drug with a cute name, a mysterious identity and a potentially lethal set of side effects. 186 more words
Rick Ross has rightfully caught flak for lyrics that allude to date rape on the song “U.O.E.N.O. (You Ain’t Even Know It),” a track from Atlanta rapper Rocko which also features up-and-coming artist Future. 231 more words