Rebekah Kuschmider

The next few months are going to feel like drinking from a firehose of bad political news. Just today, my email is pinging away with alerts about all the executive orders that Trump seems to have signed expressly to make me, Rebekah Kuschmider, lose my mind. I keep feeling jolts of adrenaline, and I reach for my phone to email or call or Tweet or SOMETHING to release my endless rage.

So why are you still sitting here reading this? Get up! Grab your keys! Go get a doughnut!

In the space of less than a week, Trump has proved what we all suspected was true: He’s just an overblown internet troll who can’t handle it when a woman stands up to him.

Yesterday, in the year 2016, the first Black woman Attorney General of the United States of America handed a White, conservative Southern governor his ass on live TV. And it was splendid.

It doesn’t even get to the biggest question: when will airlines start offering complimentary cocktails at all price points?

Canna Vine is making this miraculous concoction that consists of organic marijuana and biodynamically farmed grapes. I don’t know what biodynamic farming is but it does sound very special and like it would result in good tasting wine.

While Kanye West fans expected to get provocative musical performances during his Saint Pablo tour, audiences this weekend got a few surprises.

Got a kink? Think you’re weird because of it? Turns out, nah. Kink is in!

First of all, it seems practically criminal that they don’t call the device a joystick. I mean, really? Really.

Looking at the sun with unprotected eyes leaves the eyes vulnerable to damage. You can cause damage in as little as 90 seconds. 90 NON-CONSECUTIVE seconds.