Kate Ryan

For the record, I didn’t mean to be born so tall. I didn’t ask for bulky shoulders or a head that doesn’t fit most hats.

LAX, on the other hand, seemed like a perfect place to pick up the latest deadly virus.

I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.

She doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.

The birds abandon their posts in the pepper trees, sending tiny, oblong leaves raining to the ground.

Hollywood continues to flounder in a dick-sucking frenzy of self-congratulatory white male directors, writers, and producers.

Recently, it was announced that the Ocean’s Eleven remake will be ladies-only too. Could it be that we’ve embarked on an era in which women take center stage?

We’ve all been there. Your boyfriend has a raging boner, but you’re just not in the mood to do anything with it. But how do you tell him to tone that boner down and quick? No need to worry. Here are ten simple, foolproof ways to kill that boner in ten seconds—or less—while keeping your man’s ego rock-hard.

Everyone wants to have the funny tweets because people equate them with wealth, power, and beauty. The problem is, we’re not all funny.

Okay, so maybe she didn’t really understand feminism.