Kate Ryan

My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.

She got too high while watching The Bachelor and had a misanthropic breakdown.

Surviving the Apocalypse didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy a little romance.

At Monster High, Jimmy Werewolf gets another demerit for forgetting to shave again.

The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.

We’ve all been there. Your boyfriend has a raging boner, but you’re just not in the mood to do anything with it. But how do you tell him to tone that boner down and quick? No need to worry. Here are ten simple, foolproof ways to kill that boner in ten seconds—or less—while keeping your man’s ego rock-hard.

Okay, so maybe she didn’t really understand feminism.

I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.

He died a violent death. I saw him myself, flopping between wooden blades, his head bent back strangely.

One of my biggest fears is having a random stranger ask me, "how it’s going?" They might as well ask if I’d like to step into their van and get murdered.