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If you’ve ever wanted to know what an illustrated version of myself looks like while furiously typing with my nipples and wearing mittens, then you’re probably really fucking weird. But you’re also in luck because look:

This comes from cartoonist Greg Williams of TWIPS, who is super talented and super nice and super creepy because how did he know that I had a jacket in steel blue. Probably because he, too, understands that the color brings out my eyes. Either way, you can follow him here to check out other tweets he transforms into comics that will give you reason to believe he lurks in the bushes outside your house.

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I really hate talking about Twitter because I realize that not everyone feels the need to publicly jerk themselves every two hours and so, I risk alienating a lot of people. Luckily, that’s something I’m comfortable with.

I make an effort to ignore most of the trending topics that pop up on Twitter because most (all) of them are fucking stupid but at the same time, I can’t stop watching. I don’t know how to explain this almost pleasurable frustration that occurs when I see that ‘Goodnight’ is trending again or that a group of people feel the need to actually celebrate Joe Jonas’ birth. It’s the same feeling I get when I watch morbidly obese mothers turn their daughters into the fourth drag queen of To Wong Foo and make them strip for a really big plastic crown. Pageant moms aside, today I noticed a particularly pernicious trending topic referred to as #uknowhowiknowuregay which speaks more for itself than I ever could.

Here are some examples:Twitter

@The_real_guru #uknowhowiknowuregay If you don’t like no sports.

This applies more to #uknowhowiknowudonthaveahighschooldiploma more than it does #uknowhowiknowuregay, but I guess sticking it to those ‘fags’ is ultimately more important.

@TheRealMcFly #uknowhowiknowuregay after u shit u go grab a baby wipe to wipe yo ass cuz u say tissue hurt u….man up nigga and use some

Because masculinity is directly proportional to how tough your asshole is. Wait…

@kennjr #uknowhowiknowurgay because you’re wearing your sister underwear

Sister…underwear.

@truthful: #uknowhowiknowurgay when u get upset at this being a trending topic! haha boohoo

At this point in the trend, I think ‘gay’ ceased to be synonymous with ‘undesirable’ and shifted its meaning to ‘not a dumbass.’

I guess conjugating verbs is gay too, because it is scarce in this trending topic. Notice that it is trending…twice*, because apparently #uknowhowiknowuregay isn’t illiterate enough. I’m usually slow to jump on Lewis Black’s You’re An Idiot bandwagon, because I’ve done enough stupid shit in my life to eclipse Oprah’s wig collection, but nothing pisses me off more than a group of people imposing their own insecurities and shortsighted beliefs on the lucky few who aren’t yoked to what is clearly a severe lack of education.

* If you’re perceptive, you’ll notice that my only saved search is @JohnStamos. By the time I noticed this, the two were no longer trending simultaneously and so, I had to stick with this screen shot. I’ll fess up–I’m kind of trying to nab John Stamos and maybe if he’s cool with it (or drunk enough), have his children. I’m really trying to get this moving along, so if you know him, put in a good word for me?

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Sunday is boring. Everyone knows this. For me, Sunday is that day that I want to pass as quickly as possible, but when it does, I’m pissed because that means it’s Monday. Sunday is for church, laundry, and reruns of Walker Texas Ranger. In other words, Sunday fucking blows. However, one good thing about Sunday is that I’ve usually collected enough cool shit to share in hopes of distracting you from the stench of this awful day.

The Business of Being Born:

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Aside from my vagina, I’m not passionate about many things–but the dysfunctional system that robs women of the experience of childbirth is one of them. The Business of Being Born comes from executive producer Ricki Lake (I hope I’m not the only one who desperately misses her show) and does a brilliant job of fusing human experience with informed arguments. Plus, you get to see Ricki Lake naked in her bathtub during her home birth. How can you miss that?

Rent it, buy it, download it–do whatever you have to do to see this documentary.

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