Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

This classic film takes the cautionary tale into the "supersonic age," foregoing a cerebral edge in favor of murder and a giantess fetish.

I have an intense, irrational fear of amputation. I threw up trying to read Geek Love. I get light-headed, piss-pantsy in Halloween stores.

This implies there are rules. And when it comes to GamerGate, there are no rules.

Other gaming communities could learn a thing or two from the surprisingly (mostly) welcoming world of pinball.

Visibility and respect, held with tired arms in a dire double headlock—this is the struggle of women in sports.

Jane Lynch, Aubrey Plaza, Rosario Dawson, Laverne Cox . . . we're looking at you.

Nail polish and straws put rape prevention squarely on the shoulders of women, a responsbility we've always borne.

When you openly deride poor/sick/incarcerated people who have access to nutritious and delicious food, you set us all up for failure.

There's a dresser in my drawer, and all it contains is a flannel shirt and a picture of me and Henrietta, from Christmas 2013.

DoubleCakes dishes out advice to a reader who did something unseemly in her one-night-stand's bed.