View from Twenty-Two

I would always rather be happy than dignified.

To the Princeton Privileged Kid

This Five-Minute Video Is Every Relationship You've Ever Had

This. Is. Amazing. 

Making Fun Of White Women Is Not A Feminist Issue, So Stop Making It Out To Be

You drink a lot because you're supersmart, study says

I’m a genius, y’all.

Heartwarming story of the day. (@Gawker)

“If you know and love somebody who is gay and LDS (or Christian), your job is to love and nothing more. Let go of your impulse to correct them or control them or propel them down the path you think is right for them. Do what you need to do to move past that impulse. Do not condemn the choices your loved one makes. Love. Only love. Show your love in word and deed. Embrace them, both literally and figuratively. I promise they need it-and they need to feel like they can figure out this part of themselves in a safe way without ridicule and judgment. It’s what Christ would do. It’s what your loved one needs. Accept them. Love them. Genuinely and totally.”


A fascinating article from Josh Weed, a blogger, family therapist and Mormon, came out as a gay man - a gay man who has chosen to marry and have a family with a woman. The article was co-authored by his wife. The piece presents a totally new and interesting perspective, one that brings new meaning to the term “non-traditional family.”

Read an excerpted version on Gawker, or read the full-text at Weed’s personal site

Bill Maher: "The Only Politics We Understand is Scandal"

Stop Calling Black People "Urban" (via Gawker)

"Here is what the word "urban" means: “of, pertaining to, or designating a city or town; living in a city; characteristic of or accustomed to cities; citified.” Here is what the word “urban” does not, in fact, mean: ‘black person.’”

The Non Sport's Fan Guide To Tim Tebow (@Gawker)

From Gawker’s “Five of the Most Patently Miserable Valentine’s Day Songs, Ever”

Leona Lewis - “Bleeding Love”
I’m not sure exactly where Leona Lewis is these days, but she, too, wrote a song about being in a masochistic relationship where she sticks around even though all her friends are like, “Girl. Girl. Giiiiirllllll. Pull your shit together, he’s an asshole.” And the truth is, he’s an asshole, but she loves him, and nobody else will ever understand that. Love is a strange, subjective beast best articulated by the pop music manufactures behind Onerepublic’s Timbaland-produced “Apologize.” If you can relate to this song, you basically need therapy and a restraining order from him. For your own good. Even though it has a pretty great beat, don’t try to dance to it. Miserable people shouldn’t dance until they’re ready to stop being miserable.