By Jonas Barnes  Okay, I have to get a couple of things out of the way before we can really get into this. First: I’m a guy writing about fat shaming. Calm down and breathe. Catch your breath yet? Good. Second: I’ve been fat literally since birth. I was a fat

The Women’s March in NYC the day after the Inauguration was monumental. By now you’ve heard about the unity, solidarity, and strength felt by many as they participated in the march with hundreds of thousands of other similarly-outraged people–250,000 people, approximately–and millions more in cities across the country and the

JFK airport erupted this weekend as Trump’s travel ban left many across the globe stranded or facing the mid-air shock that upon landing they would be placed in detainment instead of with loved ones. Here’s how it happened and an investigation into what so many new border walls, both concrete and

Created by Bartenders against Nazi’s, inspired by neo-fascist Richard B. Spencer getting punched in the face

1. Perform condescending grammar and/or spelling checks on random people’s internet posts. This is one of the most popular and, I assume, effective approaches. Don’t agree with something someone says online? Meticulously run it through spell check. Nothing gets your point across like condescendingly reminding someone they missed a hyphen.

Stop what you’re doing, cause I’m about to ruin the image and style that you’re used to… when it comes to public sex. Before you get crazy with your girl with the boom in the Burger King bathroom, there’s a few things you should know. While you may think public sex

I am a woman. I have life experience and curiosity, and aspirations, and sexual desires, and an unbelievable amount of resilience. I have no need to ever be validated by any other person; man or woman. Now that that’s established, there is one thing that’s been burning inside of me