Dear Greg Hollenback: you’re a douchebag. You’re the first PERSON ever Bitch Slapped. Congrats.

Enough is enough. I’m exhausted with the incessant whining I’ve heard lately from the herds who refer to themselves as “freelancers.” You whiny little bitches.

When we leave the house each day in search of our fairy tale, I don’t believe that we go looking for love. I believe we go in search of access.

Screw the fine print. Colorado says I can’t drive without glasses, but the one thing I don’t need to put on my glasses to see is love.

“I spend an inordinate amount of time cleaning-up the mess that a previous firm has left behind.”

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I have an all new appreciation for that pro who gave me an up-close look at track cycling. It’s not unlike social media: it looks really cool when you’re watching someone who “gets it.” When you set yourself after trying it…oh damn. You’re either going to get proud and wreck or realize you need to shut up and listen so you don’t get yourself killed.

They’re simple and universal while being the most difficult things we can ever let eke out our mouths and traipse through our minds.

I am confident that the key to happier relationships between men and women rests in one simple skill: A woman’s understanding of when she should open up and shut up versus pet the puppy.

The Redhead writes an open letter to health insurers…she’s grateful.