Dear Matt Walsh,
I pity you.
Wait, that’s a lie. I’m unable to have even a microscopic amount of pity for an insensitive, arrogant, pompous, judgmental, cantankerous charlatan who attempts to “moralize” everything into a black and white issue with that familiar “I have a monopoly on God and I am THE word” quality.
Basically, Mr. Walsh, you are proof that the internet is riddled with awful human beings (yourself) with awful opinions (yourself).
A compassionate, empathetic, sensitive, inclusive heathen.
I noticed a chip on my cherry red pedicure. Actually, I noticed chips (plural) on my two (or was it three?) week old pedicure. Shit, I should have checked this before we left. Continue reading
Last night, I cried myself to sleep. I’m not ashamed to admit that. I was reading another AWFUL statement from a conservative ninny about Robin Williams, his suicide, and mental illness. Continue reading
Sweaty Palms? Check.
Nervous Energy? Check.
Checking the time on my phone every five seconds? Check.
I was nervous, no doubt about it. Continue reading