The thing I believe in most in the world is my own fallibility, so I am willing to believe that I may be wrong too.

I was terrified of LSD. I don't want to get arrested.

I wish I could view the belly that oozes over the top of my pants as a badge of maternal honor. I do try. I make sure that the women whose looks I admire all have sufficient fat reserves to survive a famine, and I make a lot of snide comments about the skeletal likes of Lara Flynn Boyle and Paris Hilton.

My father is sure that Israel keeps the Holocaust from happening again. I worry that it might hasten its recurrence.

With prodigious bravery and eviscerating humor, Roxane Gay takes on culture and politics in Bad Feminist-and gets it right, time and time again. We should all be lucky enough to be such a bad feminist.

I'm sure there are people who survive tragedy without humor, but I've never met any of them. Nor would I be particularly interested in writing about them if I did meet them.

Here are my Mommy Messages: Wear a condom and test your Molly.