Kate Ryan

Is flagging potentially offensive material taking the PC movement too far?

"No self-respecting journalist or publication would ever hire someone who employs the word 'sh--' as a title for anything."

Everywhere you look these days (on Instagram), beautiful pictures abound. From teacups overflowing with succulents to smoothie bowls arranged as art. All while a lavender-haired model casually eats ice cream in front of a stupidly gorgeous Tahitian sunset. All this endless beauty has become a bit dull.

“Don’t you smash that cake in my face, or I’ll never forgive you,” she said, and she never did, not really.

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

A bloated mother in her polka dot one-piece gnaws on a corndog while reading the romantic pulp she picked up on her way out of the supermarket . . .

Writing simply does for me what long walks do for small dogs; it makes me tired and happy.

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

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

The case of beer I brought, as my mother explained, is “pure poison” and so I must drink it all by myself.