Joni Edelman

Help. Me. Please. And by help me, I mean, bring me my jumbo size jar of

91% of women report dissatisfaction with their body. Ninety-one. I know you know math—that’s 9/10 of women.

I was told that feminism is man hate. That abortion is murder. And then I thought, "What am I doing here?"

The argument against homeschooling is always the same: “Kids need to socialize.”

She says she’s worried that the cat, whose name is Jack, doesn’t know what’s going on. She tried to explain to him that she was leaving for a while.

If you decide pit or leg hair isn't a big deal, then bam! It's not a big deal.

4. A high school government class.

Brangelina are splitting up. A sad day for them, a joyful day for single ladies everywhere.

It doesn’t get any more difficult to insult ourselves, regardless of how old we are. It would be ideal if it got easier to respect ourselves, but it generally doesn’t do that either. Every year you age, and every year the aging you looks at the you of the years before and thinks, I can’t believe I thought I was fat/ugly/etc.

I’m lucky to be smart, to have an astonishingly good memory. Or maybe I’m lucky to be bipolar.