Between this nonsense and Lucinda Rosenfeld’s awesome advice to a young woman who got roofied and abandoned by her friends at a concert (shorter version: “You’re probably just a drugged-up slut. Your friends owe you nothing. Now, if you had a may-un in your life, you would have deserved some help. But you don’t. Ha.”), I’m once again wondering why anyone pays attention to DoubleX.
Why am I even blogging about it? I could be, like, arranging my q-tip collection. Or downloading pictures of zombies with objects lodged in their heads. Or something.
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Good God both those articles were insane. “OMG Meghan McCain has boobies!!! She’s not serious!!” and “You’re asking too much of your friends if you expect them to give a shit about you.” Why does anyone read that crap? I want those 10 minutes of my life back.