We NEED To Have A Potty Talk

  Hi, strangers. We need to have a talk about potty training. Not for kids… for adults. For YOU.     I would say, seven times out of ten, I walk into a Manhattan public restroom and find piss everywhere. More than just a few sprinkled. More than the errant drip. Much[…]

If You Can’t Say Something Nice, Write It On The Internet

  I was raised on a couple of “Golden Rule”s. “Silence is Golden!” “Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them Do Unto You,” and “If You Can’t Say Something Nice, Don’t Say Anything At All.” Today, it seems these old platitudes have modern twists. FUN! “Silence Is An Invitation[…]

5 Things You Need To Get Over Already

I get it, I get it, we like to yak. We like to gripe, we like to complain, and we LOVE to air our grievances. Sure, most of the time, there’s stuff to be pissed about: global warming, homophobes, dress codes, TRUMP. But henceforth, I declare an absolute kibosh on[…]

I’m Breaking Up With The C-Word: “CRAZY”

I won’t even say “crazy” to my therapist.  Not just because it’s an ableist slur (we’ll get to that) but because I know she’s going to ask me “What do you mean by that?”  She knows that word is bullshit.  And now you will too. When someone describes something as[…]

Quickies! vol. 2

Too long to tweet, too short for a full blog post, it’s Quickies! Happy Day of everybody watching Trump & waiting for him to peel off his ugly face & reveal that he was Joaquin Phoenix all along #AprilFools — Meghan Sara Karre (@MeghanSaraK) April 1, 2016 How to write[…]

Millennials

Me in 1987, full Millennial mode. Wearing a tiara like the princess I *think* I am. Typical entitled Millennial. My name is Meghan.  I was born in 1984.  I am a Millennial. I grew up reading Goosebumps books on the swing set in my suburban backyard, watching Chris Farley on[…]

Dream Wedding

Last night I had a dream that I was planning my wedding.  Let’s be absolutely clear:  there was no groom in the picture.  In my dream, I met a wedding planner at a beautiful estate and walked through lush gardens and licked my fingers through a cake tasting, just for[…]

Never Read The Comments

. Cheese and crackers, guys!  I thought I’d scraped the absolute bottom of the Internet, but it turns out there are even more frozen layers than I realized! Since I started my internship, I’ve been learning so much about online journalism!  Namely, to never, ever, ever read the comments!  Here[…]

Where Have All The (Gay) (Space) Cowboys Gone?

I wanna do an experiment. Raise your hands if you love science fiction and identify as LGBTQ+ OH DAMN that’s a lot of hands!  Put ’em down, you’re makin me slap-nervous.  Okay, hands down, we can all agree that LGBTQ+ people exist, and that we definitely enjoy all manner of[…]

Quickies!

Finally! A picture of my new haircut!  Taken in my sunny kitchen, on a day when I wore makeup! 2002: Now That’s What I Call Music! 2016: That’s What They Call “Music” Now? — Meghan Sara Karre (@MeghanSaraK) March 2, 2016 For those times when you have more to say[…]

What Is Makeup?

Makeup is very controversial these days!  People are asking all kinds of questions such as, “Is Makeup Feminist?” and “Is Makeup False Advertising?”  The one question NOT being asked is probably the most important one of all, “WHAT IS MAKEUP?!?”  To understand, I’ve broken down the essential elements of makeup[…]

The Popsicle Zodiac

Pink: Total hedonist.  You enjoy only the finest things in life.  Your bed has no fewer than six pillows.  That’s four pillows more than necessary, and you know it.  Your most frequent recurring nightmare is the one where you realize your favourite designer handbag is actually a knockoff.  Blue:  You[…]

Periodical Thoughts

You know what’s awesome?  Having the kind of terrible menstrual cramps that ruin your entire day (and sometimes the next one, too).  The kind where taking Midol is a gamble: sometimes it works, sometimes you might as well swallow some Cadbury Mini Eggs and hope for the best. That was[…]

The Princess and the Stalker

As I shared last week on Femnasty, it’s my 2-year anniversary of taking my stalker to the cops and getting an Order Of Protection.  I shared about the situation and what happened a year ago, but I’m not done. See, the problem is, stalking like what happened to me is[…]

You Should See Me Climb Stairs

I really don’t know who first said, “If you think that’s impressive, you should see me climb stairs.”  I spent actual time Googling that quote, and I can’t seem to find its true origin, so I’ve decided that it’s a thing my dad used to say.  It sounds like a[…]

I Love You, You’re Perfect, But…

Around Valentine’s Day, you see lots of sappy posts cropping up from coupled bloggers about how much they love their significant other, how they’re the greatest in the world, blah blah blah.  This isn’t one of those. Well, obviously, all those other posts neglect to mention the fact that my[…]

God Hates You

I don’t believe in God. I don’t think there’s any compelling evidence that God exists. I find it scientifically improbable that there is a ruling force to the chaotic universe we live in. I’d hate to believe there’s some dickface cloud-dwelling billionaire up there who gives cancer to babies to[…]

Can You Be A Feminist And LOVE Reality TV?

Can you be a feminist and – YES.  Shhh.  YES YOU CAN.  You can be a feminist and do whatever you want. But. I looooooove Reality TV – especially dating shows.  My favourite dating shows are of the “_____ of Love” oeuvre.  The challenges are over-the-top ridiculous (Mud Bowl!), the[…]

Be the Nerd AND Date the Nerd: Why Nerds Do It Better

If you logged onto OkCupid in 2013 and searched for ‘women’ in their late 20’s in the New York area, you’ve probably seen this baby’s face: All T no shade, I pulled a lot of nerd with my sonic screwdriver photo.  Don’t hate, appreciate… Nerd.  Geek.  Dork.  Whatever your vernacular[…]

#WomenNotObjects ALMOST Gets It Right

Participation ribbon time:  You had me until the 2:08 mark, #WomenNotObjects. This video appealing (to men, ostensibly) to treat women as more than objects means well and almost gets it right – until it (HERE WE GO AGAIN) reminds the viewer (men, ostensibly) that “I am your…“ in order to[…]