Silly women, don't you know that 8 is the new 15?
So I’m sure most of you have heard the whispers on the internet, but in case you haven’t, here’s a real tale of horror right here.
In case you don’t think that you’re really reading what you’re reading, let me assure...
Rhythmically chanted by a middle-aged woman standing on the corner in my Caribbean neighborhood, apropos of…nothing, as far as I could tell.
Me hate lesbian
An’ me hate batty-boy
Leave me alone!
Repeated, for as long as it took me to pick out a couple of ears of sweet corn at the produce...
In my imagination, this is where Miss Manners writes her columns. Via joeke pieters @ Flickr.
From today’s Miss Manners column:
Dear Miss Manners:
I took the father of a young lady I would like to pursue to lunch a few months ago, seeking his permission and approval to date his daughter. After...
When I flipped on NPR this morning, within moments of rolling out of bed, I was informed by the Morning Edition team that my very own President, Barack Hussein Obama, had been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. Flip on, flip out.
I don’t think anyone I know was anticipating that. Lot of lost bets,...
The bunny has the same reaction I do. via blue meridian @ flickr
I must present, without further ado, the following passage from an article on Catholic Online:
Should we really give disordered appetites civil rights status under the law? Let’s consider an absurd example. I have struggled most of my...
Misandry and hate speech? Bish, plz. via i5prof @ flickr
We here at Harpyness are flattered whenever we are deemed important enough to be linked to, but one particular site that referenced us caught our eye. It is a men’s rights site that campaigns against misandry, or hatred of men. One member...
It’s been a while (12 days!) since we’ve examined the search terms that have brought you to our humble little web abode, so we decided to take another gander at assessing why people are drawn to Harpyness.
Some of you sound like you are definitely on our wavelength:
I want to fight the fight
Gentle readers, the ways of the internet are often mysterious to us, and none more so than the Google search terms that seem to guide you–well, maybe not you personally, but someone–to our Harpy nest.
These range from the oddly romantic:
the only thing I want to fight for is your love