The Jezebel inbox receives all sorts of interesting messages, from helpful tips to furious gibberish. Often, the missives strike us as poetic — in the chaos of the mailbag, we can find a sense of peace. As such, we have taken it upon ourselves to let some messages grow into the poetry they are meant to be. And we will…
My last post of the year, titled Fuck You, 2010, elicited over one thousand comments, which can be read at the link. But I also received dozens of emails.
Yesterday, I made a confession: I have traveler's constipation. And when I get on a plane to see my long-distance boyfriend, I get so backed-up that I end up not letting him touch me. Thankfully, there's someone else who will.