Winona Dimeo-Ediger

Now, it may seem like the NRA is comprised of emotionally stunted gun fetishists with a shriveled up copy of the second amendment where their hearts should be, but that’s simply not true. They totally cry about stuff! Not mass shootings of children, but other stuff. Just to be clear, here are 10 things worth crying #REALTEARS, according to the NRA.

All the skimpy clothes that come along with this time of year give me anxiety.

Please feel free to join me in sending these GOP leaders a stack of postcard versions of their hypocritical Tweets. Join the resistance, #RavsResistance.

How does that old cliché go? “Love is not a noun, it’s a verb”? Loving your body is a verb. It’s an action — and in many ways it’s a sacred and defiant one.

5. You start feeling insecure about the distinct lack of rappers in your social circle.

"Cute dress!" "This? I literally found it in a dumpster behind Baja Fresh."

As much as I love the holidays, there are a lot of chores and errands this time of year requires that are, let’s say, less than fun.

For example, if you’re having gastrointenstinal distress, resist the urge to hashtag it with something generic like #diarrheacramps. Instead, include your first and last name and the date to make it your own: #LynnSmithDiarrheaCrampsFebruary2016.

But my God, have you read a celebrity gossip rag recently? They make Vogue and InStyle seem like forward-thinking beacons of body positivity and intersectional feminism.

"I’ve been on three rollercoasters in my life. I hated every second of all of them."